We went through Selma during the marches in 1965. Dad just finished flight school at Fort Rucker and was on his way to Vietnam. Dad was bringing the family back to California so Mom could be close to her family. Traveling was interesting...Selma- Mom saying to us girls don't stare out the window look straight ahead until we get out of town.
All across the USA- Gas stations refusing to fill the car, Dad having to show his military ID telling them he was trying to get us home and he was on his way to Vietnam, just so we could get gas...we had Alabama license plates on the car.
LA California area...had to hide our car in Aunt and Uncles garage (Alabama plates again). Got up to Santa Cruz CA and everything was OK because it was all about "Peace" & "Love"
Memories of living in the 60's
Your new building looks nice Terry. Are you sure it is going to be big enough?
Reckon?

Alabama, in general, got a lot of bad press back then...some of it well deserved, some of it not. "The Bridge" in Selma is a big deal though, and there is a "reinactment" of that whole thing each year there. Birmingham had an ahole for a mayor (Bull Conner) in those days, thus the firehoses, dogs, etc. In reality, it depended on where you lived in Alabama...even parts of B'ham were very different in those days than what was depicted, and some of the trouble here was imported from outside the immediate B'ham area. George Wallace hated B'ham and North Alabama in general because he was not supported as well around here as in South Alabama. In fact, when the interstate system was being built in Alabama, all of them got to B'ham and just stopped. I personally was raised differently, mostly due to my Grandfather owning a service station (remember when you actually got SERVICE at a gas station?) in a predominately black part of the B'ham area...not that he was perfect either, but I just never had some of the extreme bigotry prevalent in some parts of the city. I worked there in the summer, pumping gas, cleaning windshields, checking oil, fixing flats, even when I was only 12-13 years old. One of the best mechanics I've ever known was a young black man my grandfather had working there...he was like family, and I respected him a great deal. Then my High School was intergrated in '65, when I started my Freshman year, and I never had any issues getting along with whoever, but there were a lot of kids who felt differently about it. It was then that I realized I was different than most of my peers, for whatever reason, and embraced the whole "hippie" thing way earlier than most folks around here. I was a bit of a fish out of water...still am, for that matter. I would probably fit in better on the West Coast, but that'll never happen at this point in time, so I am just very selective in who I get close to, as most folks don't really want to hear what I have to say on many subjects, so I've learned to keep my mouth shut...well, most of the time.

The University of Alabama was THE place to be in the very late 60's through about '77...lots of political activism, for here, and some damn good times.