If I Were Elected President, The First

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.

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These Events Are Swirling Around Them. In The White Community, People Felt Like They Had No Control Over Their Neighborhoods, Their Destiny. In The Black Community, Centuries Of Government And Economic Forces Were Pushing On Them. I Went In With A Kind Of Arrogance, Maybe, That Came From Living In A Very Intellectual Family, And I Left Knowing That There Was A Lot About The Way People Lived That I Didn't Know About.

While We Were Walking Around, We Came To The Catholic Church, And We Saw That Some People Had Set Fire To Carpets And Banked Them Around The Rectory, Which Was Made Out Of Wood. They Knew Every Fire Truck On The South Side Was Going To Be In The Park, That The Rectory Would Just Burn To The Ground. Our One Little Act Was Putting Out That Fire.