What was it like the day after George Jackson's death in Attica ?
The morning after George Jackson's death, you know, entering the mess hall was like, you know, I, I related you know to, ah, old song, you know, Billie Holiday, Gloomy Sunday. You know it was a gloomy morning but it was a good feeling, you know, to see a bunch of people, you know, inmates, first of all, even the cops. Everybody was quiet, you know. Then nobody have to be told, you know, you were not supposed to eat. It was a feeling that you get, you know, once you walk in the door of the mess hall and you see everybody sitting down, nobody got no tray in the front of them, no silverware, nothing. Everybody was just as quiet. It was a unified morning. It was a good feeling that morning, you know, after George Jackson's death.
OK. That was good.