
I Thought I Was Going To Die A Few Times. On The Freedom Ride In The Year 1961, When I Was Beaten At The Greyhound Bus Station In Montgomery, I Thought I Was Going To Die. On March 7th, 1965, When I Was Hit In The Head With A Night Stick By A State Trooper At The Foot Of The Edmund Pettus Bridge, I Thought I Was Going To Die. I Thought I Saw Death, But Nothing Can Make Me Question The Philosophy Of Nonviolence.
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I Thought I Was Going To Die

John Lewis
I Thought I Was Going To Die A Few Times. On The Freedom Ride In The Year 1961, When I Was Beaten At The Greyhound Bus Station In Montgomery, I Thought I Was Going To Die. On March 7th, 1965, When I Was Hit In The Head With A Night Stick By A State Trooper At The Foot Of The Edmund Pettus Bridge, I Thought I Was Going To Die. I Thought I Saw Death, But Nothing Can Make Me Question The Philosophy Of Nonviolence.
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