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The Radio Jock and Preacher Who Redeemed a Southern Town

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Nestled on the foothills of the southern Appalachian Mountains, Anniston, Alabama, is an old industrial town that sits halfway between Atlanta and Birmingham. Under the yoke of Jim Crow laws, the citys black and white residents lived almost completely segregated lives. Black residents resided in old homes and mill villages surrounding the factories on the west side of town, while affluent whites lived in new tract homes and mansions in the hills on the east side.

On Mothers Day 1961, the arrival of a Greyhound bus sparked a momentous shift in the fight for equality. Aboard were seven black and white civil rights activists who called themselves Freedom Riders traveling from Washington, D.C., to New Orleans to protest the segregation of intrastate bus facilities. Joining them were two journalists and five regular passengers, including an undercover Alabama State investigator tasked with gathering surveillance on the activists.

Waiting to greet them at the depot were a mob of Ku Klux Klan members. Anniston was a hotbed of the Klan and its members were considered particularly ruthless and unpredictable. Most hailed from Wellborn, a white working-class neighborhood of rusty pickups, outhouses, and tumbledown trailers on the edge of west Anniston where they often worked alongside blacks in the citys factories, manufacturing iron pipes. The pipes smelted in Anniston carried more of Americas sewage than those made anywhere else in the world, earning the town the nickname: World Soil Pipe Capital.

Though they often wore white hoods to conceal their identity, today the Klansmen were in church attire many having come straight from Mothers Day mass. The crowd quickly surrounded the bus, pounding it with pipes, chains, bats, and fists, yelling Come on out nigg*rs! Come on out and integrate Alabama, we dare you!

Parked across the street from the bus depot was Tom Potts of WDNG radio station. He was broadcasting live from a white Dodge sedan, nicknamed the Newsmobile, usually reserved for local football games and an annual pageant. A journalism major at Emory, Potts emptied his savings to buy the fixer-upper station for $15,000. Initially operating out of a wooden shed attached to a radio tower, Potts managed to turn WDNG around by hiring a team of reporters and emphasizing strong local news coverage. With his good Southern pedigree, hed maneuvered into east Annistons white elite, joining the Kiwanis and Rotary Clubs, YMCA, and Anniston Country Club. The president of First National Bank became a tennis buddy and invited Potts to move the station into the buildings third floor, just around the corner from the Greyhound station. Though Potts thought the Freedom Riders were a bunch of Communist rabble rousers he felt the mob was getting out of hand.

Come on out and integrate Alabama, we dare you!
Ku Klux Klan members

The mob looked organized, Potts observed, in his naturally raspy voice. One teen was lying in front of the bus, perhaps to stop it from leaving. Potts, whod fought the Germans as a tail gunner on a B-17 bomber during World War II, could hear a group of Klansmen shouting Sieg Heil, the Nazi chant.

This cant be Anniston, he thought. Hed moved here two years earlier from Buffalo, New York, with his family feeling nostalgic for the South. With its rolling green hills, Anniston reminded him of Happy Creek, a former plantation in Virginias Blue Ridge Mountains where he grew up.

As Potts watched the situation escalate, the Freedom Riderstrained in nonviolent resistance tacticskept their eyes fixed on the seatbacks in front of them. Earlier that morning in Atlanta, theyd met with civil rights leader Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and asked if hed join their ride. King refused saying, I wouldnt go into Alabama if I were you. Now, many of them were beginning to understand his reluctance.

Sixteen minutes after the attack began, four Anniston police cars arrived from their station a block away. One officer started a friendly chat with the grand dragon of the Anniston Klan, Ken Adams, a charismatic 41-year-old Wellborn resident with a single tuft of hair on his ruddy bald head. The cops cleared a path for the bus to exit, and the Greyhound lurched forward out of the depot.

Klansmen ran for their cars and followed the bus, joining from every intersection. Potts merged into the line of 50 cars, determined to continue his reporting. Sunlight glinting off its aluminum sides, the bus sped west on Old Birmingham Highway and and as it reached the city limits, the police U-turned. Adams, in his souped-up pickup, and one of his Klansmen in a modified 32 Ford, pulled ahead of the bus. Starting a slow zigzag the bus crawled along the highway at 30 mph.

I hope to win the fight against integration legally. But I will shed every drop of blood I have before I see Negro children in white schools!
Ken Adams, grand dragon of the Anniston KKK

Potts suddenly realized that the Klansman on the ground at the depot hadnt been blocking the bus but had slashed the tires. Five miles outside Anniston, passengers on the bus heard the sickening hiss of the front left tire as it fizzled flat and jolted to a stop. The driver scurried off the bus abandoning the riders who then heard the terrifying sound of the Klans car doors slam shut outside. Im sorry for getting you into this, a Freedom Rider whispered in a shaky voice to one of the regular passengers.

Potts parked his Newsmobile 30 yards behind the bus and left the engine running to power his two-way radio. The mob was going crazy and trying to turn the bus over.

The undercover state investigator stood in the doors blocking the entrance to keep out the Klansmen. Meanwhile, behind the bus, a man broke the rear window with a crowbar and another threw a can filled with flaming rags inside. At the front of the bus several Klansmen pushed the doors closed trapping passengers inside. Lets burn them nigg*rs, they yelled. Lets burn them nigg*rs alive!

The bus filled with acrid smoke and the windows turned black. Three passengers stuck their heads through open windows gasping for air, as others pressed their faces to the glass.

A small crowd had gathered as a group of neighbors walked over to watch with their children. Three highway patrolmen had also pulled up, snickering in their cars.

Suddenly, the fuel tank underneath the bus made a loud pop. Its going to blow, a Klansman shouted. The crowd backed up and some passengers wiggled through open windows and dove out onto the highway headfirst.

At the front of the bus the state investigator pried open the doors and led the rest of the passengers off the bus, aiming his pistol at the mob to provide cover. You get back… or some of you are going to die!! he shouted.

The Freedom Riders stumbled out and fell to their knees. As they gagged from smoke inhalation, Potts watched as one Klansman ran forward and whipped a black teen in the face with a long chain.

Moments after the last passenger had exited, the fuel tank exploded engulfing the bus in flames. An off-duty highway patrolman on a Mothers Day drive with his wife spotted the flaming bus, sprinted out of his car and fired a single shot in the air. Move back! he yelled, dispersing the mob. Youve had your fun.

At WDNG the next day, Potts recorded his daily editorial, reflecting on the horror hed witnessed.

The real fault, he read, rests squarely on the shoulders of our citizens. You and me. It is our fault for allowing a mob to take over every time a race problem arises… [It] is time for the decent people in Anniston to stand up and be counted.

The phone lines lit up with calls from angry listeners.

The nigg*rs got what they deserved and should have got more.

The agitators were gentlemen stopping Communism and deserve medals.

The agitators shouldve burned the Freedom Riders luggage.

Potts received dozens of death threats and lost many advertisers. As he walked through downtown, people hed used to consider friends would cross the street when they saw him coming.

Present-day Anniston has lots of boarded-up shops on its Victorian-style main street, driven out of business by superstores and online retailers, but it was once a prosperous industrial town.

Drained by the Choccolocco, Cane, and Cold Water Creeks, the land underneath Anniston is rich in an iron ore called hematite. Dark brown in color with vibrant red streaks at the time of its discovery in the mid-1800s, it ran for several miles and was 15 feet thick.

During the Civil War, the Confederate government built an iron furnace on the site and forced slaves to melt the hematite into pig iron for weapons. After the war an odd couple of industrialistsa Confederate arms manufacturer and a Union generalbuilt a new iron furnace called the Woodstock Iron Company. They constructed a company town around it, naming it Annies Town after the Union generals daughter-in-law, later shortening the name to Anniston. A newspaperman nicknamed it The Model City because of its carefully planned grid of streets and the men seized on the nickname to advertise Anniston as a model of North-South reconciliation, industrial progress, and racial harmony.

In reality, the careful planning was meant to preserve a master-slave hierarchy. White elites lived along wide macadam streets, lined with evergreens, rose bushes, and had the first electric lights in Alabama. In contrast, factory workersincluding many former slaveswere assigned shoddy homes, schools, and churches near the factory. Though black and white workers labored side by side for 12 hours a day smelting iron into pipes, train wheels, kettles, and pans, emancipated blacks received the most dangerous assignments, handling the molten iron and its toxic byproducts.

In the spring of 2016 I visited Anniston because I had a couple extra days on a trip to Atlanta and was curious about the town having read an article back in college about Potts. A white Southerner, Potts was a staunch conservative who had no qualms about segregation. But after witnessing the Klans horrific attack, his views on race evolved. His moral transformation reminded me of Atticus Finch in Harper Lees classic novel To Kill a Mockingbird.

Potts passed away in 1999, but I met with his son, Tom Jr., who runs a marketing firm on the ground floor of his dads old station which is still in operation. I hopped into his red Prius and we drove to the site of the firebombed Greyhound bus. The city has talked about building a memorial there for years but hasnt been able to raise the funds.

As I got out of the car to take a few pictures it felt peaceful, with pine trees on all sides and green hills in the distance. But driving back to Anniston, within a quarter mile of the site of the bus attack, I spotted a ramshackle wood home with a Confederate flag in the window. Despite the tranquil setting, I realized, hatred and violence still linger here.

Adams and five of his Klansmen were tried by an all-white jury and released without having to serve a single day in prison for the Greyhound attack. Despite exercising power in Wellborn through a combination of fear and favor, Adams aspired to a larger stage. Emboldened by his acquittal, he ran for sheriff of Calhoun County, honing his stump speech at rallies in Wellborn. I hope to win the fight against integration legally, he said. But I will shed every drop of blood I have before I see Negro children in white schools!

Running against Adams was a black doctor named Gordon Doc Rodgers, a former NAACP leader. His promise, if elected, was to create a biracial committee of white and black community leaders to achieve civil rights reform in Anniston.

Rev. Nimrod Reynolds, pastor of west Annistons Seventeenth Street Baptist Churchthe spiritual center of the citys black communitycampaigned hard for Rodgers, organizing rallies and handing out flyers.

A black 33-year-old with a deep baritone voice, Reynolds had grown up in rural Alabama during the Great Depression and watched his sharecropper father endure racist treatment by their bigoted landlord. Called to the cloth at a young age, Reynolds attended seminary in Atlanta before joining a community organization led by King. Despite being pastor of well-educated and prosperous black parishioners Reynolds met frequently with King at west Annistons stately Blair Hotel to strategize reform. After the Klans attack on the Freedom Riders, Reynolds son recalled, he became fanatical about the movement.

Rogers lost the race in a landslide to the white incumbent, Sheriff Roy Snead, earning 16 percent of the vote while Adams garnered only 13 percent. Undeterred, Reynolds and his friend Rev. Bob McClain, a 27-year-old black pastor of west Annistons Haven Chapel Methodist Church, set out to create the biracial group Rodgers envisioned. To recruit white members, they called Annistons white pastors. Only one agreed to meet with them, Phil Noblea young Presbyterian fresh out of seminary who invited them across the tracks to his church.

During their first meeting, Reynolds and McClain listed the many indignities suffered by Annistons black residents, and Noble became deeply emotional.

He prayed like I'd never heard a Southern white man pray and cried like Id never seen a Southern white man cry, recalled McClain, now 79.

The three formed an organization called the Ministerial Alliance and began holding secret meetings at each others churches to strategize integration in Anniston.

On Mothers Day 1963, the second anniversary of the Freedom Ride attack, Adams and one of his Klansmen set out on a night ride, firing into two black homes and a black church. The area was already on edge due to the National Guard being dispatched by President John F. Kennedy to defend King and his protesters facing Police Commissioner Bull Connors fire hoses in nearby Birmingham. Potts assigned his news director, Joe Foster, to cover the shootings. If this [shooting] turns out to be organized, one of the homeowners told Foster, and it happens again, the white people wont like it.

That evening at the community meeting Reynolds hosted every Sunday at his church many attendees brought guns and knives. Amassing inside the dark stone church which resembled a castle, they called for retaliation against Annistons white community for doing nothing to stop the Klan.

To prevent a riot Annistons mayor, Claude Dear, called Reynolds and promised the city would create a biracial Human Relations Council (HRC) with the authority to integrate Anniston. When the council met three days later to sign the HRC into law, Adams and a group of his Klansmen crashed into the committee room and stood in the back, watching.

In the spring of 1963, the HRCs five white and four black memberswhich included Revs. Reynolds, McClain, and Noblebegan the difficult and dangerous process of integrating Anniston.

President Kennedy penned a letter commending the creation of the HRC. [Your action] is a sensible one, he wrote and one that should serve as a guide and model for other communities throughout the United States.

After removing the shower partitions in the factories, then the white and colored signs over drinking fountains and restrooms, the HRC undertook its first major initiative: integrating the towns all-white Carnegie Library. Revs. Reynolds and McClain volunteered to be the first to get library cards and check out books, keeping the plan a secret from everyoneeven their wives.

On their scheduled date, Sept. 15 after their Sunday services, the men received news that a stack of dynamite had exploded at 16th Street Baptist Church in Birmingham, killing four little girls. Overcome with anguish, Reynolds drove to McClains church, where they paused to say a prayer at the altar for Addie Mae Collins, Cynthia Wesley, Carole Robertson, and Carol Denise McNair before proceeding to the library.

Unlike Annistons dilapidated black library, Carnegie had a grassy lawn, clean red bricks, and Corinthian columns. Both Reynolds and McClain held masters degrees but neither had ever been able to set foot inside the building. Approaching the library entrance, the two preachers spotted a few white men in denim lingering on the front steps and no policemen around. As they passed the men, a mob of 50 Klansmen charged from around the back. Carrying sticks, chains, knives, and blackjacks they attacked the two preachers. Several pummeled McClain with sticks while others whipped Reynolds in the face with a chain and stabbed him in the buttocks.

McClain locked his arm around Reynolds, ran with him back to Reynolds Pontiac, and helped him inside. With cars parked in front and behind them, the preachers sat in breathless terrortrappedas Klansmen started shaking the car from side to side, trying to tip it over. Then, a gunshot ripped through the drivers side window, whistling behind McClains neck, landing in his headrest.

We have to get out of here! McClain yelled.

McClain pulled Reynolds, who was bleeding, across from the passenger side and out of the car as the Klan resumed pummeling them with sticks. Then, McClain spotted an old black lady whod been driving by and stopped in the mobs midst.

Get in! she yelled.

McClain hoisted Reynolds into the backseat and climbed in after him as the driver tore away down 10th Street. After receiving light treatment in the black ward of Anniston Memorial Hospital they were sent home for fear of reprisal by the Klan.

That evening, President Kennedy called the home of white HRC member Miller Sproul and offered to deploy soldiers into Anniston if needed, as federal troops were on standby at Fort McClellan in response to the Birmingham bombing. Sproul, who was gathered with Mayor Dear, and library board chair Charles Doster knew troops in the streets would tarnish Annistons reputation which was already sullied by the Freedom Rider attack. They asked Kennedy for 48 hours to get a handle on the situation.

Four white men were charged with assault with intent to murder for the attack on Reynolds and McClain, but none were convicted.

The first privately owned businesses to integrate in east Anniston were three department storesKress, Roses, and Silvers. Three weeks after integrating its lunch counter, a tear gas grenade exploded inside Roses sending customers and employees stumbling into the street, covering their weeping eyes.

The moron who did this is a bad person, Potts said in his radio response to the attack. He is of no earthly good to himself or anyone else. In his own warped way, he is helping undo much of the good so many people have been working for.

Around 9 p.m. Potts home phone rang and a caller demanded he redact his statement on the attack. Youve got a new business, a young family, the caller said. We wouldnt want anything to happen to them.

Potts refused and the next day on air recounted the conversation verbatim.

The real fault rests squarely on the shoulders of our citizens. You and me. It is our fault for allowing a mob to take over every time a race problem arises… [It] is time for the decent people in Anniston to stand up and be counted.
Tom Potts of WDNG radio

Four nights later, someone threw two sticks of dynamite at his radio antenna shed. No one was inside but the blast snapped an electrical line sending the station dark. Potts ordered power crews to the site immediately and WDNG was back up and running within the hour.

Meanwhile, integration proceeded in Anniston, one facility at a time. Our goal, Noble recalled, was to go fast enough that the black community would continue to cooperate and slow enough that the white community would accept it.

McClain said he found the strategy infuriating, adding, but we had to compromise. And then we had to defend those compromises to the black community.

In response to a number of east Anniston shops refusing to hire black workers, Reynoldsleft with a permanent limp from his stab woundsorganized daily pickets. Adams held counterprotests to intimidate the black activists, yelling to supporters, The Negroes are on the march!

The picketing lasted 13 weeks and resulted in hard-fought victorythree east Anniston shops agreeing to hire black workers.

On a muggy Sunday evening in 1963, a big crowd of black residents from all over the county packed into Reynolds Sunday community meeting to listen to Dr. King preach. Now a celebrity, he electrified crowds across the country with his oratory skills.

After the gospel choirs rousing closing hymn, Reynolds and King left for Birmingham to speak at a rally of the Southern Christian Leadership Conference (SCLC). Along with Dr. King, Reynolds was joined by Kings assistant Bernard Lee, SCLC Vice President Ralph Abernathy, and Rev. McClain.

Spirits were high and scripture verses were flying. Picture five black preachers on a Sunday night, McClain told me.

As they headed west on Old Birmingham Highway, the engine began to cough. Rushing out of town, Reynolds forgot to fill up the tank and the car lost power.

Although the possibility of dying for the movement had long shadowed each mans consciousness, it now loomed as an imminent likelihood.

Coasting to the shoulder, Reynolds looked to his right and saw a gas station. It was owned by Adams who had a roadside sign that read We Dont Serve Gas to Nigg*rs. Adams owned four gas stations situated like fence posts at the corners of Anniston. He had been arrested twice for attacking wayward black motorists who stopped, shooting and injuring one, and pistol whipping the other.

Were out of gas! Reynolds said in a panic.

It was after 10 p.m. Near the pumps, a group of about 10 young white men were socializing and drinking beers, a common sight at gas stations after dark in the South.

Reynolds looked into the lit service station and saw Adams standing behind the counter. In the backseat, Abernathy leaned over to King.

Martin, he said in his slow drawl, why dont you go and convince Mr. Adams to sell us some gas?

Ralph, why dont you go? King joked.

The group laughed and then fell quiet. Here, they knew on this dark road in Alabama, they were utterly vulnerable. Although the possibility of dying for the movement had long shadowed each mans consciousness, it now loomed as an imminent likelihood.

After a brief silence, King stepped out of the car as Reynolds watched in terror. The cluster of young white men looked confused and surprised that a black man would have the guts to walk over before recognizing who he was. The men crowded around King like a pack of jackals, snarling insults as he continued in a straight line and entered the brightly lit service station.

Reynolds couldnt hear the conversation between King and Adams but watched their profiles. King did most of the talking, gesturing with his hands. Here were two leaders of their movements, bartering for a tank of gasoline and five human lives.

After 10 minutes, Adams walked out of the station with King behind him. Adams pointed to one of his employees. Give these nigg*r preachers some gas and let them get the hell out of here, he barked.

King climbed into the Pontiac as Adams glared at the group and his employees filled up their tank, without asking for payment.

When Reynolds heard the gas lid click shut he pulled forward slowly and then sped off into the night. Not one word was spoken the rest of the drive to Birmingham. Reynolds never found out what King said to Adams, or Adams to King.

On a scorching night in Anniston in July 1965, a crowd of 110 gathered for a White Mans Rally on the steps of Calhoun Countys courthouse.The event was hosted by the National States Rights Party, which had grown out of the domestic Nazi movement of the 1930s. The opening speaker was Adams, who moonlighted as treasurer of the party's local chapter.

In the crowd stood a young employee of Adams gas station, Damon Strange whom Adams had told he needed to prove himself to join the Klan.

After the rally let out at 11 p.m., Strange and two of his friends piled into a dull yellow 58 Chevy and drove to a Texaco station in west Anniston, where they spotted three black ironworkers gassing up their Pontiac. The driver complained that his feet were hurting so his friend Willie Brewster, whod just clocked out at Anniston Pipe Company, offered to take the wheel. Strange and his friends followed the car onto Old Birmingham Highway. A quarter-mile from the spot of the Freedom Ride attack, Strange leaned out of the Chevys window and fired his shotgun three times through the cars rear window. The second slug hit Brewster in the back of the neck, severing his spine. The father of three died in the hospital two days later.

Potts joined roughly 250 area residents in pledging a reward for information. One of Stranges friends, eager to collect it, came forward with evidence. A warrant went out for his arrest and Adams personally delivered Strange to the jailhouse.

WDNG's coverage of Stranges trial was syndicated by United Press International (UPI), and reached listeners nationwide. Even FBI Director J. Edgar Hoover received updates on the trial drawn from WDNG newscasts. In the event of a not-guilty verdict, Reynolds and King were preparing for a massive march in front of the courthouse.

After a five-day trial, the all-white jury found Strange guilty of second-degree murder. The verdict was touted as a historic one, the first conviction of a white person for killing a black person in Alabama history. Strange was sentenced to ten years in prison but one of his accomplices was acquitted, and the other was never tried.

Across the tracks 500 mourners packed into tiny Kelly Springs Baptist Church for Brewsters funeral. Another hundred stood quietly outside in a light drizzle under oak trees. Brewsters wife came directly from the hospital, having suffered a miscarriage which her physician attributed to the long hours spent on her feet and the shock of losing her husband. Friends placed potted plants on the altar beside Brewsters casket to honor his love of gardening.

By September 1965, as the crisp red leaves of Annistons water oaks began to fall, eight black students integrated Wellborn High School.

The teenagers endured beatings by their white classmates and unfair treatment by the principal. On one occasion, the principal lined up the black students in the hallway and barked You are at a white folks school. Youre going to have to stop talking like a nigg*r!

The following years brought little change. On Oct. 15, 1971, a black teenager was expelled for slapping the principals hand after he pointed it in his face. A popular black preacher named John Nettles led a week of youth demonstrations demanding that the principal resign, the student be readmitted, and the school ban the waving of Confederate flags and playing of Dixie at football games.

In retaliation, night riders fired twenty one bullets into Nettles home, narrowly missing his wife. Minutes later, Rev. Reynolds phone rang. We just got one of those nigg*r preachers and were on the way to your house, said the caller.

The police are not concerned that someone shot into my home but that the blacks keep their place! Hell man, black folks aint scared anymore!
Rev. John Nettles

Reynolds wife hurried their two children into the bathroomthe only room without windowsand lay on top of them next to the bathtub. Reynolds called two of his deacons who rushed over with rifles, and stood guard in front of his house. Word spread to black area residents that the Klan was coming after their reverends. That night, west Anniston erupted in riots. Young black men armed with guns, bats, and knives crossed the railroad tracks into east Anniston, breaking windows and shooting into white homes.

Inside Reynolds packed Sunday night meeting, Nettles addressed the furious crowd. The police are not concerned that someone shot into my home but that the blacks keep their place! he yelled. Hell man, black folks aint scared anymore!

Potts opened WDNG to callers 24/7 to give people a place to vent as listeners flooded the radio waves and fires burned across the city.

The Chamber of Commerce called an emergency meeting to address the riots but there was one obvious problem: everyone there was white. Previously, in brainstorming how to win an All American City Awardbestowed by the National Civic League on communities that address critical issues and create stronger connections among residentsthe Chamber had tossed around the idea of creating a new biracial citizens group to replace the HRC, which had outlived its purpose after integrating the town. With Anniston erupting in riots, the idea now seemed necessary and the Committee on Unified Leadership was formed.

One businessman suggested that Potts lead the new committee and he agreed. They called it the Committee on Unified Leadership, or COUL for short. Meetings were held at the YMCA between Annistons east and west ends, and open to all local residents to present an issue or grievance. Over time, meetings grew to 200 people each week, ranging from city leaders to sanitation workers. Invited to come as you are, attendees wore construction belts, business suits, and overalls.

Issues ranged in scope from neighborhood-specific to community-wide and despite contentious moments, Potts proved a calming presence. He had that kind of power, he had that kind of voice, Potts secretary Maudine Holloway remembers.

Many of COULs proposed reforms were sore subjects in Annistons white community After one meeting, Potts came home collapsed on the sofa, and told his wife: Betty, COUL is the one single hardest thing Ive ever done. Still, he persisted.

Potts helped install water, sewage, and electrical lines in west Anniston, recruit black applicants to the police department, and battled discriminatory hiring practices.

Reynolds served as vice president of COUL and became good friends with Potts over the years, bound by a mutual respect and commitment to bettering their town.

Rev. Reynolds pastored Seventeenth Street Baptist Church for half a century. By old age he was a poor man, having given away most of his money to the needy. Hundreds of people have told me how he helped them get a job, or helped them get a house, said Rev. Stephen Richardson, who took over as pastor of the church. After Reynolds death in 2013, Alabama Congressman Mike Rogers honored him with a tribute on the floor of the Alabama House of Representatives, praising his legacy of civic engagement and contributions to the civil rights movement.

Many historians point to Anniston as an integration success story because it avoided much of the racial violence that engulfed neighboring cities. They credit Annistons progressive media, liberal city leaders, and biracial committees such as the HRC and COUL as driving factors.

But work remains to be done. No different than many cities across America, Annistons black residentsstill concentrated in its dilapidated west endhave higher rates of poverty and unemployment than white residents, and unequal representation in city government and the police department.

Holloway, in her eighties, runs a community advocacy organization out of an old, dimly-lit west Anniston church. The phone in her cluttered office rings constantly with calls from black area residents in need of help.

I'm hoping to retire soon, she told me in a tired voice. With the good Lords help, I'll find a replacement.

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Triple teen death crash driver jailed

Triple teen death crash driver jailed 0

Image caption George Wilkinson, Harry Rice and Josh McGuinness were killed on their way to a five-aside football centre

A drink-driver who hit and killed three teenage boys as they walked to a birthday party in west London, has been jailed for 13 years.

Harry Rice, 17, George Wilkinson and Josh McGuinness, both 16, died instantly when Jaynesh Chudasama struck them at more than 70mph in Hayes.

Chudasama had admitted three counts of causing death by dangerous driving.

He was described by one of the boys’ parents as “a coward” after he ran away from the scene.

Reacting to the sentencing at the Old Bailey, the victims’ parents said the jail term was “an insult to the lives of their children”.

Chudasama, 28, of Hayes, had traces of cannabis in his system when he ploughed into the boys in his Audi on Shepiston Lane, on 26 January.

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Image caption Chudasama was more than two-and-a-half times the legal drink-drive limit when he crashed the Audi, the court heard

The court heard in February that Josh was struck with such force he was thrown over a fence and into a nearby cemetery.

Harry was carried on the bonnet of the car until it crashed into the cemetery wall, and a girl held George’s hand as he lay half in the road and half on the pavement.

Chudasama fled the scene, but was pursued and caught by two boys before subsequently being arrested by police.

As he was sentenced Tracy Blackwell – Josh’s mother – told him “you are going to rot in hell, mate”.

Eight hours after the crash the defendant had 79 milligrams of alcohol per 100 millilitres of blood – one milligram below the legal limit.

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Image caption Jaynesh Chudasama had alcohol and cannabis in his system when he crashed, the court heard

It was therefore estimated that at the time of the crash his level would have been at 213 milligrams of alcohol per 100 millilitres of blood, the court heard.

As she sentenced Chudasama, Judge Wendy Joseph QC said: “It is obvious that nothing any court can do can measure the loss of Josh, Harry and George for the obvious reason that their loss is immeasurable.”

She jailed him for 13 years and disqualified him from driving for 13 years and six months.

The maximum punishment for causing death by dangerous driving is 14 years in prison, however the court heard Parliament is considering proposals for life sentences for the most serious cases.

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Media caption‘This is all that’s left of our son’

Harry’s father, Ian Rice, said the boys’ friends cleaned up the crash scene themselves.

“They came across a lot of things that you wouldn’t want to see – the remains of the boys for instance,” he said.

“Blood on the railings where our sons were.

“The boys and girls, their friends, went back to the Goals, got some equipment, came back, and cleaned the railings of our children’s blood.”

Police response ‘shambles’

He and other parents said police kept them waiting for about five hours after the crash without telling them what was going on.

Mr Rice said the police response to the crash has been “a shambles”.

Josh’s mother Tracy Blackwell said family liaison officers did not come to the Premier Inn where she and other parents had been told to wait – so a police officer who was “not trained” to break bad news had to tell the parents their sons were dead.

“It’s not just been one mistake,” she said.

A Met statement said a specially trained family liaison officer was assigned to each of the three families to provide support during the investigation and court case.

It added: “We are concerned to hear that the families have not been satisfied with aspects of the police investigation and will endeavour to speak to them about these issues and address their concerns.”

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Martinsville NASCAR race postponed by snow

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The NASCAR Cup Series race at Martinsville Speedway has been postponed until Monday because of inclement weather.

Rain and light snow started falling Saturday afternoon and continued into the night, creating dangerous driving conditions on nearby roads and leaving little chance of getting the track cleared and dry enough to race Sunday.

 (AP)

Cup Series driver Darrell “Bubba” Wallace Jr. tweeted a picture of the track late Saturday and later thanked fellow driver Ricky Stenhouse Jr. for clearing snow off the satellite dish atop his motorhome.

 (AP)

There was no qualifying session for the Cup Series because of a wintry mix that moved through the Virginia area and halted the Truck Series race after just 23 laps Saturday.

The Truck Series race will resume at 11 a.m. Monday, followed by the Cup Series race at 2 p.m.

Read more: http://www.foxnews.com/auto/2018/03/25/martinsville-nascar-race-postponed-by-snow.html