Safely back on our way, no one said a word for several miles, until one of my black colleagues said, “You sure know how to `talk soft’ to police, don’t you?” and we all burst into loud nervous laughter.
There is not space to tell all else that happened on that trip, including a risky mid-of-night stop at a black farm home in the Virginia countryside and events in Atlanta where I thought I would be trampled in the crowd gathered on the campus of Spelman College.
At the time, we were just young soldiers in King’s army. As we all know, he didn’t live a long time. But long may he live.
John Burciaga lives in Newburyport.