A swell of energy and sound reached my hotel room fourteen floors up. Down in the streets of Atlanta women were marching and men were marching and families were marching. There were chants and signs and a steady moving forward.
Inside the walls as they passed us the American Library Association Mid-Winter Conference was taking place.
I texted my daughter. (You couldn’t text in the 60s but you can now.) Sent her a picture of what it was like to be on the streets of Atlanta…marching along …I didn’t have a sign to carry …just two feet and a big smile. Part of the roar and the swell.