I didn't do the marching down the streets, jumping in front of the lines and holding hands... that wasn't me.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
For me the march was a labor - a labor of love - but I was busy handing out flyers for the National Association of Black Social Workers, so I really wasn't standing in the crowd listening and observing. I was busy.
School and I never seemed to walk hand in hand.
This marched was planned to be non violent and non confrontational, and gladly it stayed that way. What really impressed me was the self discipline of the Black Block.
I felt like, by the end of the week in the U.S. Amateur, I was never aiming at a flag; I was just hitting it at slopes and just letting the natural contours take over.
I marched back then - I was in a civil-rights musical, Fly Blackbird, and we met Martin Luther King.
I was not an activist.
After the horse dance was over, it seemed that I was above the ground and did not touch it when I walked.
I was never part of the crowd.
I wasn't driving down the wrong side of the street, smoking marijuana, waving my gun out the window.
Literally since I could walk... I was performing.