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[[preprinted]] 44 [[/preprinted]] Let us pray - Dr King leads us in the Lords Prayer. The various ministers, the Archbishop lead the services, A young boy next to me, a beautiful child, ebony of 14, I look at him, he is praying, I see his hand is open and the back is badly scared; I see his face, one side is ripped, his left side, for his right profile faces me he is picking at his hand, his face - I ask him to stop as I place my hand over his, he looks at me with tears in his eyes, quiet tears, as he repeats the Lords prayer, I ask, was it Sunday it happened, he shook his head, yes, my soul sinks - rocks -moves [[end page]] [[start page]] [[preprinted]] 45 [[/preprinted]] downward, tears come to my heart, my eyes are dry for a moment, for I see in front of me two young girls with a boy - his arm around them while they pray - their faces are scarred from the whips of Posseman, these creatures, ! Dr King and the nuns take the wreath of Rev. Reeb and chain it to the Court house door, it will be removed physically but its presence will forever remain - We join hands and sing We shall overcome - a truly remarkable experience, the figures behind the blinds retreat - the blind in one window of the jeering boy is twisted completly with knots in the cords around the middle of the blind