Even bronze, the attack dogs terrified me. It was hard to walk between their snapping jaws. I tried to imagine being a kid and caring enough, feeling enough like all that was good or important depended on me facing those dogs. I tried to imagine being a kid trapped by segregation and choosing to face those dogs in order to win a life in which I could walk down a street, use a drinking fountain or a bathroom, eat at a lunch counter without fear of insult or attack. Walking through this sculpture I felt the high level of the stakes for those who participated in civil rights protests.
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