blacks, segregation and revolutionarys
So all I konw about last night was that I was somewhere far away from Massachusetts, maybe one of the Caralinas, up on some hill with three or so black policemen and a crowd of racist whites on the one hand, the policemen obviously disliked for their color, and some members of a radical organization on the other. I remember shouting about the "labor/black leages" and how they should join them, but if that were so wouldn't there need to be nonpolice black people there to recruit? The whole dream was a hot showdown of confliction.