As a teen, I lived in 1980s Selma, Alabama — the cradle of the civil rights and voting rights movements. My mother and father grew up in the segregated South. My mother was on the Edmund Pettus Bridge, tear-gassed and trampled by horses on that fateful day in 1965, now known as “Bloody Sunday.”
Guest column: Statesboros dueling identities
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