Dr. King was hit by a rock. Can you describe that moment, and how it looked and how you felt?
Well I was standing there, in the middle of Gage Park, when there was just a rain of rocks and cherry bombs, so you didn't know what it was.** And so we were ducking because we didn't know whether it was a hand grenade or, or some more serious explosion, a rock, a bottle. I, I was standing right next to him when he was hit and he, he wasn't hurt, and he just sloughed it off. The guy that was standing right where I was standing was hit in the face with a brick, I mean they, I was standing next to Dr. King and he told me to go see about something, and I left and put another guy in my place and he was hit very badly. And, and it was a dangerous time, but the police, in fact, I had just rented a little yellow Ford and it got set on fire and pushed into the lake. So I, I, I mean it, it was a rough day where maybe a couple of hundred demonstrators were surrounded by a mob of 10,000 or more in Gage Park. Now in the south we faced mobs, but in the south, it would be a couple of hundred, or even fifty or seventy-five. Ah, the violence in the south always came from a rabble element. Ah, but these were women and children and husbands and wives coming out of their homes, becoming a mob. And in some ways it was far more frightening.**