On the recordJuly 22, 2020
There are no words to describe the pain that many Americans are feeling right now as we grapple with the loss of our conscience, our friend, our inspirational leader, John Lewis. I am heartbroken. I am honored and humbled to have served alongside him, to have had him take my children, as he has done for so many Americans in the Faith and Politics movement through a historic march in Selma, across the Edmund Pettus Bridge. During one of those trips I was lucky enough to have my daughter Laura and son Ray join me. Because of school obligations, they had to leave early and were going to miss the march across the Edmund Pettus Bridge. John wasn't about to let that happen. He took the three of us in his car with him and we drove through Selma, as he told them what it was like and what he went through. They were both entranced by him and the story he was telling that was filled with graphic violence of what they endured as they fought for equal rights. At the end of it, my daughter Laura, who was about 14 years old at the time, struck by what he had just told her, rather innocently asked him, ``Mr. Lewis, did you ever have fun?'' There was a pregnant pause and then John got the biggest smile on his face. He told us that yes, they did. ``And in fact, at night, we'd pitch our tents and sit around campfires and we'd sing and dance,'' he said. His smile then got broader as he remembered. ``I can still see Andy Young doing the jitterbug in his coveralls.…





