I Always Wrote; My First Story Was

The Day Of The March, We Were Forbidden To Go To The March Site. The Man I Worked For, The Presbyterian Minister, Knew We Would Want To Be Sort Of Martyrs For The Cause And Risk Arrest. He Didn't Want Any Of That Going On. So He Made Us Stay In The Neighborhood.

Never Underestimate A Man's Ability To Underestimate A Woman.

People Have Less Privacy And Are Crammed Together In Cities, But In The Wide Open Spaces They Secretly Keep Tabs On Each Other A Lot More

I Have One Vivid Memory Of One Of The Days That The Marches Were Taking Place. We Were In A Catholic, Predominantly Polish And Lithuanian Neighborhood. Chicago Is A Place Where People Define Themselves By Their Parish And By Their Ethnicity.

When I Tell People I Was In The St. Justin Martyr Parish, If They Are Native Chicagoans They Know Exactly Where I Was And What That Was Like. The Sunday Before This Particular March, The Archbishop Of Chicago, Cardinal Cody, Had Required All Of His Pastors To Read A Letter In Support Of Open Housing And Economic Justice In Every Parish In The City.