Alabama is a state located in the southeastern region of the United States. It is bordered by Tennessee to the north, Georgia to the east, Florida and the Gulf of Mexico to the south, and Mississippi to the west. The largest city by population is Birmingham, which has long been the most industrialized city, and largest city by total land area is Huntsville. The oldest city is Mobile, founded by French colonists in 1702 as the capital of French Louisiana.
The region was controlled by the French Colonial Empire until the British Empire annexed it during the Seven Years’ War, and the United States won it in the American Revolution. It was admitted to the Union as a slave state in 1819. It joined the Confederate States of America during the American Civil War, and hosted its first national capital in Montgomery.
Its state government is currently controlled by the Republican Party, and its current governor is Kay Ivey.
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- On Birmingham Sunday the blood ran like wine/And the choirs kept singing of freedom/On Birmingham Sunday a noise shook the ground/And people all over the earth turned around/For no one recalled a more cowardly sound/And the choirs kept singing of freedom
- Joan Baez Birmingham Sunday 1964
- Oh! Susanna! Don't you cry for me; I come from a Alabama with a banjo on my knee.
- Stephen Foster, "Oh! Susanna" (1848), Cincinnati: W.C. Peters & Co.
- Alabama's gotten me so upset/Tennessee made me lose my rest/And everybody knows about Mississippi Goddam
- Nina Simone "Mississippi Goddam" (1964)
- I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends. And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream. I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal." I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood. I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice. I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. I have a dream today! I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers. I have a dream today! I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together." This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.
- Big wheels keep on turning
Carry me home to see my kin.
Singing songs about the Southland
I miss Alabamy once again.
And I think its a sin.
- In Birmingham, they love the governor (Boo boo boo)
Now we all did what we could do
Now Watergate does not bother me
Does your conscience bother you? Tell the truth
- Sweet Home Alabama.
- Sweet Home Alabama,
Where the skies are so blue.
Sweet Home Alabama,
Lord, I'm coming home to you.
- Sweet Home Alabama.
- Encyclopedic article on Alabama on Wikipedia