Tell us the story again about when they took you to the cell and the White cat who they brought in.
Were were taken to a holding cell which was rather large, but crowded, and ah, I guess about five minutes after we were there, they brought this young White kid in, and he was immediately set upon by, ah, some of younger Black males who were incarcerated there with us. Ah, and the kid I guess was pretty alert, 'cause right away as soon as they slammed the door shut, he looked behind, ah, and he saw these guys kind of converging and mumbling and grumbling, you know, and then they charged him. And, even before they charged him, he went right up the steel bars on the that door, almost to the ceiling. I don't even know how he maintained his balance, but he somehow balanced precariously on the top of that door, and I guess pressing against the ceiling and screaming. At that time, Mitch and myself, we prevailed upon the guys to you know, "Hey leave him alone, back off, this kid hasn't done anything to us." And that was when I began to, in my mind, characterize the rebellion as not a race riot, in the sense that Blacks and Whites were out there being arrested together, and doing some looting, I guess together, from what I could tell. But, I think that the hostility directed towards the White police and guardsmen, which were all White kind of transferred to this kid, and I didn't think that was too fair.