I participated in sit-ins and picketing in Atlanta, Georgia. Met a lot of good people who I admired. Went to jail a number of times, sang freedom songs, fasted and got a lump or two.
I was happy that I was able to participate in the Movement and that I worked and played with some really fantastic people. Sometimes it was scary, like late at night at Freedom House and hearing strange noises, or being thrown in a cell with Southern whites who were segregationists, or wondering what the white cops might do to me.
I had feelings of both guilt and accomplishment when I returned to school, Miami University, as the fall semester was about to start. (I came back to Georgia in the spring of 1964 to appeal a conviction in federal court.)
Since the appeal, the conviction was finally overturned by a 2 to 1 vote, I got married, my wife, Janet, and I joined VISTA and worked in Sebring, Florida. Then, taught 3 years at Talladega College, in Talladega, Alabama. Then moved to the New England where Janet taught and I worked with a Community Action Program for a number of years, and now work as a clerk in an independent bookstore.
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