Saturday, February 14, 2009
today i walked across the pettit bridge. we walked 2x2, silently. the bridge has a high arch, so that when you walk up the bridge you cannot see over to the other side. when the marchers went across on bloody sunday, they didnt know (but suspected) what was ahead. once they reached the crest of the bridge, all they could see was a sea of law enforcement. they kept walking.