1984, Democratic National Convention in San Francisco and you literally have the eyes of the country and a portion of the world you are a person, born poor who has taken himself on an enormous journey. What are the feelings as you ascend to that podium and all the tension and conflicts that ah-- REV.
I just felt an awful sense of burden and responsibility. I felt that I was speaking to people who could not speak for themselves and from that platform I could only feel myself to be a servant. I knew that there were people listening in, in their cabs and orderlies in hospitals and maids in people's kitchens, ah, and, and ditch diggers and teachers and youth and parents and sharecroppers. I saw those people in my mind and I felt some need to, to tell their story within the tradition of the struggle, ah, that made it pos., possible for me to stand there. And so I remember that, that night mostly with a sense of, of burden and responsibility. And when people responded the way they did, there was a certain second of, of fulfillment that, that we had, for a moment pierced the veil and had been heard but for an instant.