A Memory of the 1963 March on Washington

I took a bus from Harlem, New York, the morning of March 28, 1963, with friends from Students for a Democratic Society (SDS) and the Northern Student Movement. We left about sunrise and the bus was filled with energized black people from the city. I was part of the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee (SNCC) in spirit, because I had been living in Georgia the previous two years and had been both a Freedom Rider and a pamphleteer for SDS. We were riding on a wave. Never before had I been among so many marchers and activists from all over.