The last day of Resurrection City, what you saw.
On the last day, there was a march up the Capitol Hill, all planned apparently in advance for them to be stopped by the Capitol Police for trying to get in without a permit and then they were all going to be arrested. And they knew they were all going to be arrested. They were led up there by the Reverend Jesse Jackson, who had meanwhile returned from Chicago. And I walked up and down the line with him as he would say to these people, "I am somebody. Repeat after me: I am somebody." And then they chanted with him, "I am somebody." And saying, "I am somebody," they arrived where they were stopped by the Chief of Police who told them that they would be arrested. They submitted quietly to arrest. They were identified. They were somebody. They were identified. They were put in the hands of the police. They were taken in buses and taken away to be released a few hours later. And you know, it seemed to me then, these people who had been through these miserable weeks of rain and mud in Resurrection City, having said they were going to stay until they got something from the government, having to leave without getting very much, this could have been considered a, a defeat. Yet, somehow in the way that civil rights people contrive to do these things, they turned their greatest defeats into a moment of victory. The cameras were there, their dignity was there, as Jesse Jackson had said, "I am somebody." They were somebody.
That's fine, thank you.