You told me one story, though, about witnessing a raid on an office. You had to walk right by. Do you remember that moment? Can you describe that?
One day, um, I remember particularly when there was a raid on the office, I was walking past the office--going to the office as a matter of fact. And I see the policemen jumping out of the police car. And I'm really concentrating hard on not showing any emotion, that I'm not connected with this, because the fear was there that they might just start shooting, "Oh, there goes a Black Panther, lets shoot her." And, ah, I remember just thinking of some place just totally removed from where I was, and walking past there. And they're shooting, shooting up the office and then I walked down the street and I come back, you know? Just like I'm, just casually walking down the street, and they're dragging people out and beating them, and, ah, fighting back the tears, I don't want to cry because I don't want them to know that I'm a part of this. Because I know I have to call somebody and let them know that these people have been arrested and what happened with this raid. So, I, I guess all that is to say you know things are going on around you, but you have to be able to take yourself out of that place and do what you gotta do. It's necessary for your own survival.