Day 22 April 14 Auburn and Montgomery, AL

Good morning!
Campsite cardinal.
Let's go for a hike!
Brown frog and spotted frog

Juju and Maya's garbage collection from the hike.
Drove to Montgomery to go to the Civil Rights Memorial Center. (www.civilrightsmemorialcenter.org)
The exhibits were very moving, and very intense. J and M absorbed some of it, and had lots of questions, which we talked about. Here they are at the memorial itself – very beautiful. The memorial is a circular black granite table with water coming up the middle and running in a very thin, even flow off the sides. It lists the martyrs and chronicles the history of the movement in lines that radiate from the middle. The designer left a space in between the start and finish of the timeline to honor the struggles that occurred before and that are still going on.
The other part of the memorial has MLK's quote: (We will not be satisfied) ...until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.
At the close of the exhibits, there was a wall of tolerance. If you were ready to take a stand against injustice, you were asked to enter your name on the computer of sorts, at which point your named joined the (thousands?) of others that moved down the theatre-sized screen in different sizes and colors.
On our way to visit the Capitol (Juju is doing her state report on Alabama) we stopped by a house where MLK lived.

Montgomery felt so southern and I can't put my finger on why, Maybe it's all the columns on the buildings – from the antebellum era?
At the Capitol, we met Aroine Irby, a man who walked in the Selma-to-Montgomery Voting Rights March. He told us that Gov. Wallace wouldn't let any of the protesters set foot on the Capitol so that the March wouldn't have to be commemorated anywhere on the property. He also told us that he believed George Wallace truly had a change of heart after he was shot and paralyzed and that when he ran for governor again he won 98% of the black vote. His co-workers weren't so sure – they believed he just knew how to play it.
Maya loved the azaleas at the Capitol.
On the way to Mississippi we took the quiet highway through Selma, and stopped at the Edmund Pettus bridge, where the Selma-Montgomery march started. J and M were able to see how long of a march it was since we drove the route backwards - 57 miles.