HOW DID YOU FEEL, JUST PERSONALLY, AT THE END OF THAT DAY? I DON'T KNOW WHEN IT ENDED FOR YOU—PROBABLY NOT UNTIL LATE INTO THE NIGHT.
Yeah, well, the march ended for me when we had finally made sure we had not left one piece of paper, not a cup, nothing. We had a five hundred man clean-up squad and I called, went back to the hotel, I got Mr. Randolph and I said, "Chief, I want you see that there is not a piece of paper or any dirt, or filth or anything left here." And Mr. Randolph went to thank me and tears began to come down his cheeks. And at that point of course I could scarcely contain myself, but I knew that if Mr. Randolph finally was satisfied and that we were now going to get a bill that the march had proved to be a great emotional experience.