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Recent weeks have produced a lifetime’s worth of haunting images. Some of them everyone has seen: black-clad “agents” hustling citizens into unmarked vans, “counterdemonstrators” with automatic weapons dogging Black Lives Matter protests. Others I have seen in person: on a recent trip to Portland, Oregon, groups of mothers marching in front of a federal courthouse to protect protesters who had been gassed and beaten during previous demonstrations; on a stroll through a neighborhood park in my small hometown of Eugene, Oregon, a dozen masked “security guards” with assault rifles offering protection to anti-police-violence protesters.
And the backdrop to all these sights is the indelible image of a flag-draped coffin bearing the body of Representative John Lewis on his final trip—this one over a path strewn with rose petals—across the Edmund Pettus Bridge, in Selma, Alabama.
Lewis’s cortege recalled a scene from half a century ago—one that echoed strangely amid the alarms and cries of this haunted July.
Adam Serwer: John Lewis was an American founder
On Sunday, March 7, 1965, Lewis and Hosea Williams led a peaceful crowd of some 600 marchers across
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assertive, personal, and respectful ➡️school principal
logical, demanding, and persuasive➡️ school newspaper
emotional, honest, and open➡️ family
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The school has been vandalized twice the year
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It was the unluckiest day of Kevin Brown's life. His dog had just died, and his mom had accidentally dropped his brand-new controller. His dog Timmy had only been 2 years old, but he ate a mushroom that happened to be poisonous. His dad had just bought the controller for him for his tenth birthday, and it was now in pieces on the tiled floor. Kevin ran to the bus as fast as he could after cleaning up the pieces of his controller. He almost made it to the bus stop, but as he stood there, he watched the bus drive away.