Select this to read [the Whole Story].I worked organizing the 1967 Easter Peace Walk that went from Livermore Laboratories to San Francisco. I did some housing organization but because I rode a motorcycle, I was a "route monitor." This meant that I rode my bike to deliver messages, monitor "hot spots" of hecklers, alert first-aid workers where needed, make sure that marchers weren't trespassing, stopped traffic at intersections, etc. The police worked with us much more than in 1959. Many were openly in favor of disarmament and against war. There was much, much more of a cross section of people in 1967. There were people in suits, congress people, veterans, all minorities. In San Francisco, the walk started at the bay (the Ferry Building) and ended in Golden Gate Park. There was a moment when I was going to the front of the walkers, at the top of a hill about halfway to the park, I stopped and looked back toward the bay. The people (about 150,000) were stretched from the bay all the way up Market Street and everyone was singing. It was SOOO loud! I knew at that moment, that we had made a difference, that we had changed America and the world.
(This is bringing tears)
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