So often I have talked to those persons who will tell you that they attended the March on Washington on that hot day of Thursday, August 23, 1963, and yet that is all many of these people will tell you. Often some people will say it just to be saying it, but somehow and someway you can sometimes tell if they were really there.
Me? No, I was not there. Why? I cannot give any particular reason except that I was not there on that day, but actually was home. Personally, I had no idea that something like this was about to happen, and yes I was a college age student, but a person who thought of simply having a good time, hanging out with others who were also had very little idea of what was going on. Many of us in Washington,D.C. I am sure did not all attend. One reason was the fact that the law had placed some type of threat on people because they felt that things would happen. That was not my reason still for not going. I was working, but due to some kind of misfortune, I quit the job. I sat home that day, sought of in my own world, and sought of trying to get over my hurt for quitting. College at that time seem not to be for me at the time, and I continued to feel sorry for me.
Then I saw something on the tube, the tv, that got my attention. This guy got up there and his voice seem to be very catchy as I heard him talk about slavery, a check with insufficient funds, about having a dream, and about a whole lot of things that got me out of my mood. As stated before, it was just another day with me, except when this guy, known as Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. started talking, and when he stopped,I just sat that, with my eyes wide and my mouth wide opened. I knew about the South, I knew about all of the other things he said, but it was how he said it that shook me up. Thank God for King.