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9 Congressman's Daughter Reviews Her Experiences in March on Washington By NANCY JANE DUNCAN I Washington, D.C. Today was (lie Day o Decision in this Sum mer of Decision! Today was what the hopeful call the last and the greatest of civil rights demonstrations the Aug. 28 March on Washington, j And I w as there. I was a part I of the jostling, hot crowd that I lined the main streets of the city. I was a part of the 200,000 believers in equality and dig-1 Bity of man. I helped to express this belief by adding my own j dignity as a human being to the ! dignity of others, who have long been striving to have this dig nity recognized. The pride which I knew was bursting inside of me, I saw reflected in the sol emn eyes of every glistening black face, every flushed white face The morning of the 28th start ed differently from most morn ings. The sun was not its ordi nary misty yellow; instead, it was a huge round flaming disc. Even the heavens had lighted the torch of liberty and set it aglow above the city the city which is our last hope of justice the city which was beautiful in its anticipation, thrilling in its pulsing throb of something big to come. Joined Group I joined my group at the Bible Way church, a Negro church several blocks from the monu ment area and surrounded by the tall sadness of slums. The crowd was predominantly Ne gro for once, the tables had turned and I was in the minor ity. It was a strange feeling. But here, the comparison ends. tat A L-2f7J hit f3sltxir Vwrkfir I . -x, : -r:. . 'Mwlmi It'll,. i ii 71 "., - - . 'v jl-:. - J AVOID DUNKING The photographer asked these five Miss America contestants to pose on a diving board at Atlantic City, N.J. The girls agreed but once out on the board they started to react as if they were on a tight rope and had to grab each other for mutual support. Trying to stay out of the water are, . from left, Barbara Jan Nave, Miss Mississip pi; Wendy Douglas, Miss California; Marcia Pinkstaff, Miss Indiana; Donna Axum, Miss Arkansas, and Georgia Taggart, Miss New Hampshire. (UPI) For I was treated always with kindness and hospitality. For example, I had wanted to buy a civil rights button, but was told the supply was ex hausted. Hearing this, a Negro man who stood near me reached into his own pocket and handed me his button. He refused to take any money for it instead he began to talk about this cause which has been the insti gator of so much heartache. He spoke of the time he returned from serving in World War II. He had fought courageously, as was evidenced by the metal plate in his skull and the stub of a finger on one hand. He was hungry when he stepped off the train into Union station, as all servicemen are hungry. Yet, that day, this man who shed his blood as nobly as any white man for America, was refused a sandwich in the station restau rant. But no one cared, that day. No one saw the dark-skinned man crying, that day. But they will see they will see! Why Marching And I thought to myself. This is why we are marching today. That we might prevent another soldier from the humiliation of tears, that we might stop another mother from explaining to her child, that we might stop the wall which is growing be tween white and black a wall more terrible than any wall in Berlin. The march began. Quietly, orderly, but proudly, the march began. People watched from the sidewalks, from the barber shops, from the bus depots. Small Negro children with big serious eyes peered from dark doorways. There was p strange bond, a feeling of kinship, be tween every marcher. Such a feeling is unparalled for it is the kinship between Negro and white man which is a rare thing today, yet very precious. There was no color barrier in this march there was no real black and white, but one tremendous blending, with injustice as its source. I can say, in all hon esty, that I had reached the point where I could not see color anymore. Tribute to Thousands The famous were there, of course. But this march was not a tribute to the famous. It was, as one of the speakers said, a tribute to the thousands who had come, the thousands who could not be named, but who clapped and prayed and shook hands and smiled at one another and cried softly and stood proudly. "To you who stand in the shadow of the Great Emancipa tor is this march dedicated. To you, old man leaning against that tree; to you, white minis ter with that banner in your hand; to you, dark-skinned stu dent with your head bowed to your lap to you all, who are now only a sea of faces stretch ing from the Washington monu ment to the Lincoln monument, do we pledge this day." The day was not perfect. It was not without its share of trouble and irritated words. Peo ple fainted, people got sick and the sound of ambulances wailed through the cheering voices. It was hot, it was crowded. Peo ple stepped on toes, on fingers. It was hard to see, it was hard to hear. Listened Quietly But I shall never forget the feeling which rose and grew in me as I stopped to stare out across the Reflecting pool. Be hind me were the columns of the Lincoln monument and the statue of Lincoln with his bene diction of the Emancipation Proclamation. In front of me as far as I could see, or all sides of the pool, were The People, listening quietly to the voices of the leaders they could not see, maybe had never seen. It took my breath away to see so many people I felt like I was look ing at a Bible picture of Christ at the sea of Galilee, surround ed by the crowds. How can I communicate what I felt? I was standing with a thou sand friends, all of us looking into the pool which reflected to us the towering white monument backed by blue sky, and framed by a people whose song rever berated through the air and across the world. I only cried once during the last speech, by the Rev. Martin Luther King. When he was an nounced, the sitting thousands rose, as a single man, to pay their tribute to this beloved leader. His voice rose on the wind, saying all the unsaid things in the heart of every man, every woman, every child who stood there. He assured his people that this march was not the end, that the Negro would not be content, hereafter, to sit silently. Had a Dream "I have a dream," he shouted. The dream true and full equality, not given grudgingly, but given through love. He bc seeched the crowd to feel no bitterness toward the white race for "We cannot walk alone!" A mighty swell of applause shook the city, as the down trodden, persecuted, and tor mented black man saluted his white brothers. Then I felt my tears. I shall never measure the pride I felt as I heard the voice of Marian Anderson singing the theme song, "We Shall Over come." I shall never measure the pride I felt as the grounds cleared instantly following the conclusion of the program as I saw crowds of policeman sit ting on the grass because there was nothing for them to do, no trouble to avert, no need for fire hoses or police dogs or paddy wagons. my parched throat were forgot- I shall never measure the ten burned away by the glory pride I felt as I walked back of wearing a button which read, to the House office building. My "I was a Civil Rights Marcher aching feet, my pounding head, August 28"! , SAVES LIVES Ten-year-old William Ranaeker, center, is lauded by neighbors Thomas Saiz, left, and rredenck Trimble, right. after the plucky youngster was instrumental in saving the lives ot his mother, father, brother and sister wnen he awoke to Iind his Lancaster, Calif., home ablaze. He managed to get his two- year-old brother out of a window and then dragged his five-year- old sister to safety. Firemen rescued his parents alter the lad spread the alarm. (UPI) h .v-.,r-v life, i rn 14 i. J. ' "' ' i IIIIMIMTM Mlli"'" ' '- ' " ' r ft J'-rj 11 " I , I iniMniiii, " "" " ii i tmmmmtimii ft ' ' V, II We also want you to see where you've been. Driving's a lot safer if you can see what's behind as well as in front, hat's why we're always glad to include a rear window clean-up when ever you stop for one of the three Chevron gasolines. Why three? 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