You Came Here to Die, Didn't You

Burnings, beatings, and ballots are what I remember about the Civil Rights Movement during the summer of 1965. I was a blond, white, eighteen-year-old student at the University of California, Berkeley, who volunteered for a voter registration project in Pineville, South Carolina because I believed in freedom and equality. Most books about the Movement are written by African-Americans or academics. This one is different. It's written by a white woman who helped make it happen.
Martin Luther ...