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I was sad and hurt that we did not matter to the point that they could brutally beat and dumped our children body in a river and they had no remorse, no conscience or sadden about what they have done to a person, to us as a whole race of people. They took away our dignity, pride, our self-worth. There was nothing we could do about it but cry and weep and get angry in our neighbors and trash our own communities and people. .
We did not matter because we did have the right to vote but we were still forbidden from voting in mostly all states because the whites said you had to be able to read to vote. However with the Civil Right Movement in the 60's we finally were able to vote, it became a reality. I remember on election days in our neighbors was a date where you see precinct capitals out knocking on people's door making sure people would be at the poles to vote. If they did not have a ride the precinct capitals would make sure they got to the pole that day to vote. People giving rides to and from the voting poles, lots of cheerful people gathering around the voting poles making sure that everyone casted a vote if they did not see you at the pole someone would go and find you and bring you to the pole to vote. Men coming out their homes walking up to the poles, some people standing on the corners debating about who would win. How the win or lost would change the lives of us in a positive or negative way. There was lots of conversations going around in our neighbor and it was a cheerful time for us. They were cheerful because they understand how important it was to vote, because they finally were able to vote without being afraid or denied. .
When Martin Luther King gave him "I had a Dream speech I felt prove and powerful. I felt God had given us a voice to be heard in Dr. Martin Luther King. He transformed the minds of millions and our rights were being enforced for African Americans.
