After an orientation in Atlanta, where a speech by Bayard Rustin instantly converted me to pacifism, I spent seven weeks in Williamston, North Carolina (Martin County) doing voter registration work with Sara Small and others.
I definitely think we did some good things. But at a certain point, after one of our group unthinkingly showed a plantation owner our list of people in his fields who had registered to vote, and we later learned that all them had lost their jobs, I realized that I had the potential to do more harm than good. I was a white person who had the choice to return to Amherst College on full scholarship, while the people I was trying to help were, at least in short haul, stuck. I decided it best to leave the work to people who more integrated in the community, and better understood how to proceed.