Can you describe what you saw when you arrived on the march and what the atmosphere was like, that sort of thing?
What I remember is the general beginning, ah, as, as an image was somehow connecting with the march and then walking down the road in a long line of people, um, singing, ah, ah, a new place, a different experience. Again, um, going through the door of the South and, ah, ah, having an experience with, ah, with the Negroes of the South singing "We Shall Overcome" and "Let the Sunshine In" and different things. I remember stopping for lunch and seeing a postcard perfect line of people, you know, going off the road, into a church, seeing, ah, Dr. Martin Luther King on the back of a pickup and not wanting to bother him, not wanting to intrude on his privacy. There was a feeling that we were wanted, ah, that we were welcome, and there was a sense of unity. There were no T-shirts, but people wore straw hats with headbands that said, "Freedom." There was no sense of danger when we first joined the march.