Ex-trooper surrenders in 1965 Ala. death

MARION, Ala. - A former state trooper surrendered Thursday on a murder charge in the 1965 shooting death of a black man during a civil rights protest, a killing that led to the "Bloody Sunday" march and the passage of the Voting Rights Act.

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