“I’m tired of marching,” he told the crowd, tired of marching for something that should have been mine at first.… I’m tired of the tensions surrounding our days … I’m tired of living every day under the threat of death. I have no martyr complex, I want to live as long as anybody in this building tonight, and sometimes I begin to doubt whether I’m going to make it through. I must confess I’m tired.… I don’t march because I like it, I march because I must.
