Back in my youthj I was jailed twice in the deep South in the civil rights days ('60s) so I know whereof I speak and have quite strong convictions in that area of discussion. We couldn’t get any Catholic priests to go with us in those early '60s.
March 9, 1965:
Referring to the recent violence and Reverend Martin Luther King’s plea to church leaders for help, Cardinal Ritter asked the Commission, “What are you going to do about Selma?”
"We’re going to go there," replied Father Doyle.
Within hours he had called Sister Ernest Marie. She realized it would be an act of civil disobedience, but “it was the thing to do and it was the right time.”
Teaching philosophy at Fontbonne, was Sister Thomas Marguerite (Rosemary Flanigan). Since nuns were not allowed to travel alone, Sister Ernest Marie asked Sister Thomas Marguerite if she would go, too. Sister Thomas Marguerite said, “Show me the way.”
March 10, 1965:
Sister Thomas Marguerite’s account of that day is one of the most detailed available.
We landed at the airfield outside the Alabama town of 25,000 inhabitants, 57% of whom were Negroes…the car I was in drove through muddy back alleys past Negro dwellings unlike any I have seen even in St. Louis’ worst slums…the 12-car motorcade took us first to the Edmundite Mission, then to Brown Chapel.
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The church service had begun when Father (Edward) O’Donnell led the six of us into Brown Chapel with the rest of the delegation.** There was no break in the singing of the hymns. I looked up for the first time into the faces of one of the most diversified groups I had ever seen. Sitting on the worn carpet of the aisle was an overall-clad Quaker, his beaver hat pulled over his ears. Sprinkled through the first few rows were well-dressed Harvard students who had marched to the courthouse between ranks of State troopers the previous day…clergymen in black, blue, and charcoal gray…and Jewish rabbis.
Sister Thomas Marguerite describes the speeches they heard in the next two and a half hours as well as each colorful speaker. They explained the history of the civil rights movement in Alabama and the strategies for non-violent protest.
The church was cleared and the marchers assembled outside, the St. Louisans leading and the six of us placed toward the front. A half-block away stood the lines of blue-helmeted State troopers, bearing Confederate-flag insignia on their uniforms, interspersed with the white-helmeted members of the posse. Mayor (Joe) Smitherman was there, too, flanked by Public Safety Director Wilson Baker and Sheriff Jim Clark.
As we moved toward them **I heard Father O’Donnell say, “Get the nuns in the middle with men on either side. **If they push from the rear, pull the nuns over to the curb.” That was my only moment of fear…
I heard the Reverend Mr. (Louis) Anderson ask if we could “march to our courthouse.” Mayor Smitherman answered: “You’ve had ample opportunity to become registered voters. There will be no marching…”
The minister asked if representatives from the group could bear witness to the decision that had brought them to Selma, and the Mayor agreed. Newsmen wedged between the two groups as one by one, first Sister Antona, then each of the others delivered their simple, minute-long addresses.
Both Sister Ernest Marie and Sister Thomas Marguerite remember standing behind Sister Antona as she bore witness.
When the speeches were finished, **Father Jerome of St. Nicholas Church, St. Louis, led us in prayer. ** We all joined in, finally, to recite the Our Father, and where the Roman Catholics stopped, the Protestants finished alone: “…for Thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory…” We turned around, and in a spontaneous movement, linked hands and sang “We Shall Overcome.” I found myself holding the hand of a priest from St. Paul, and the hand of Sister Antona on the other side.
The sisters at the hospital had soup and bread ready for the visitors, and at 4pm, Sister Thomas Marguerite remembers, “we were aloft and headed home.” Source
here.