so, in march of 1958, by this time i am 18 years old, and i saw martin luther kinng standing behind a the boy from troy? and from that day on he started calling me the boy from troy. we became friends. the first arrest of me occurred in nashville. i was sitting there in an orderly, peaceful, non—violent fashion, waiting to be served, and a waitress put up a sign that the lunch counter saying the counter is closed. and we continued to just sit and wait. i was beaten, arrested, and taken to jail. when i was arrested, i felt so free, i felt so liberated. you arrest me, you beat me, put me in jail, but what else can you do to me? you can kill me, but dr king said it was better to die a physical death than to die a spiritual or psychological death. 0n the morning of 28 august, 1963, when it was my time to speak, looking out over that crowd. i saw hundreds and thousands of young people, fresh from the jails of the south, fresh from the struggle, the frontline there. and when it was my turn to speak, i spoke. i did my best. when the march was all over, when dr king had finished speaking, we