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[[preprinted]] 48 [[/preprinted]] see groups of negroes we are not afraid - but now on the next far corner after groups of negroes is a large group of white toughs, they let us pass. but not with their tongues, the invectives only fit [[underlined]] their [[/underlined]] appearance so well. we silently turn left onto Sylvan Street - there the police are in greater force at the barricades a block down where the pavement stops and our conclave begins - there we have spotlights trained on us keeping the white toughs out, some try to get through - the police lead them away - now we cross the last main white border street - neon and drive ins gas stations - and Dr Pepper [[end page]] [[start page]] [[preprinted]] 49 [[/preprinted]] blink, blink, bang - we cross our threshold, the doors clang behind us - we breath our sigh - the barriers are once again in place - the dark has enveloped us with in the great light of the spirit, the joy returns - the chase for friends - for motorpools - for supper - corners for sleeping - the relaxed nerves give way to rush for completion of the body - the spirit is high, the faces are flushed with a sense of reborn - the shared experience bonds us all together with a radiance, we are one, we are disbursing but yet we are one - I bid farewell to my marching friends - we, god be with you - move away silently - rather