In 1988, as a supporter of Jesse Jackson’s presidential campaign, I traveled throughout the South organizing and writing. Selma, AL was one of my stopping points. My schedule put me in the historic town right at the time of the annual Bridge Crossing Jubilee, which commemorates the 1965 march from Selma to Montgomery. (That’s the civil description; I prefer to call it “Bloody Sunday,” which most vividly and accurately describes the event.)
Discovering New Insights into the Transatlantic Slave Trade – How I became the 443rd captive on the Zorg
He provides the reader with captivating aerial perspectives and close-up encounters which frame the complex relationships that both fueled and obstructed the infamous slave trade.
