I WANT TO GET YOUR FEELINGS SPECIFICALLY TOWARD WHITE PEOPLE AT THAT TIME.
At the time he was killed?
When Medgar was felled by that shot, and I rushed out and saw him lying there, and people from the neighborhood began to, to gather, there were also some whose color happened to have been white. I don't think I have ever hated as much in my life, as I did at that particular moment, with anyone who had white skin. I screamed at the neighbors and when the police finally got there, I told them that they had killed Medgar. And I can recall wanting so much to have a machine gun or something in my hands, and just stand there and mow them all down. I was just—I can't explain the depth of my hatred at that point.** And it's interesting how Medgar's influence has, has directed me in terms of dealing with that hate, then, and over the years. He told me, as well as his children, that hate was not a healthy thing, that one could not function to one's—