Chapter 88

Jasmine hurried off to the television station cameramen to give impromptu interviews.

All this time, Jackson strode rigidly by my side, holding Noah’s hand and glancing about nervously. He was clearly not comfortable doing protests. His nerves seemed to increase as the numbers of people increased.

I sang for all I was worth, singing the whole song through three times to stretch it out. I was getting tired of the walking, though, and when the cameraman from WCBI indicated that he wanted to do some filming with me standing still, I was happy to oblige, though not at all happy that someone was filming me.

I offered a song of my own, a call and response spiritual, which we had used before during these marches.

“Someday there be freedom,” I sang, which the others repeated as they gathered around, careful not to block the walkways between the building complexes.