ABSTRACT
In the weeks of late March 1965 white Northerners, many of them clergy, crept under the cover of night by bus and caravan into Selma, Alabama. One of their kind had been killed. For years to come many of them would tell of having been called to this dangerous mission by Martin himself. As literal fact, this vocation was statistically improbable. But as a spiritual reality its truth was certified by the courageous good works they achieved.
