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place - we are at the wide street, Broad?, we see the pale green courthouse, quickly we move across in front, we are guided into a fan pattern, in front of the entrance of the court House where we can see Dr King - Rev. Abernathy - James Farmer - Mr Bevel, Archbishop Lavanos, six nuns, Walter Reuther and the Wreath.
Silence -
Silence -
Still they come. we look up at the court house. windows with modern vertical blinds, peopled, hiding and watching behind blinds
Jeers
we look to our backs, there are troopers everywhere.
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Mr Baker, helmeted posse men, drawn rifles, drawn machine guns, Troopers taking pictures of all of us. I have never been photographed so much in 41 years as today and yesterday - 
still they come -
Silence -
the blinded windows with their eyes behind looking, laughing - the sky is turning a beautiful color - that gorgous late dusk that brings long shadows, blue shadows, mild - we will be late - we bad children will be punished by the guardians of the night for this our tardiness - 
but still they come - Silence -