It’s June 17 1968 The Supreme Court rules against discrimination in the purchase or lease of property. Recently some profound things have happened in the world that I am acutely aware of. Just 11 days have past since RFK’s assassination. MLK was assassinated in Apr. There are critical civil wounds still fresh in South Carolina and in Chicago. The North Koreans and the North Vietnamese are advancing in their offensive.
It’s June 17 1968 and my Grandmother and I board a double decker Greyhound bus in San Francisco, CA bound for Essex, ME. First stop, right over the bridge, Oakland, CA. The bus fills us with Freedom Riders; white, black, young and old. During that trip I ate gorp, made god’s eyes, sang gospel songs, and most importantly formed the basis for many of my ideals. My Grandmother and I were accidental participants and it changed our lives. I was wide eyed and 7.
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