As a teen, I took part in Freedom Summer 60 years ago. Here's what Mississippi was like.
As my classmate Curtis Dunn and I entered the outskirts of Jackson, Mississippi, white men in three pickup trucks commandeered us off the road. Carrying rifles and shotguns, they ordered us out of our car.
We stepped onto the easement, our hands above our heads. It was an afternoon in June 1964, and we thought we were going to be killed. We had just heard on the radio about missing civil rights volunteers James Chaney, Andrew Goodman and Michael Schwerner in Philadelphia, Mississippi, 81 miles away. We were certain the trio was dead.
“Y’all boys here to cause trouble?” a man said, his shotgun leveled at us.
Curtis instantly lied that we were traveling to historically Black Rust College in Holly Springs for summer classes.
Another man said, “Long ways to go. You n----rs better get moving PDQ.”
https://www.tampabay.com/opinion/2024/06/06/teen-i-took-part-freedom-summer-60-years-ago-heres-what-mississippi-was-like/
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