YEAH, PICK UP THERE, THAT THERE WAS A LITTLE GIRL ACROSS THE—
OK, All right. There was a little white girl across the street from where my aunt lived and at that time, as I said, we had moved with, with my aunt. We played together. We snuck off and played together because we knew that we weren't supposed to simply because of the difference of the color of our skin. That went on for a year or two, and it became very evident that her parents had talked to her and told her by no means should she ever play with me again because I was, as she said to me, the little girl said to me, "I can't play with you anymore because you're a nigger." That led to other words and a physical fight between the two of us, and that certainly said to me, even then, that there was a major difference between us—black and white—and that even though we had been friends, we lived across the street from each other, at a certain point in your life that kind of relationship cannot exist in a segregated society.