There had been a civil rights movement in St. Augustine, Florida, since 1960. He sent me down to St. Augustine, early 1964, to stop the movement, because we were afraid. The Klan was very aggressive and violent down in Florida. It still is, kind of. And he didn’t want there to be any retaliation. So he sent me to stop the movement. And when I got down there, and I told them — there were a couple hundred Klansmen down in the park — “Dr. King said we don’t need to march any more, that the battle has moved to Washington. And he’s afraid that any violence will make it impossible to pass a civil rights bill.” But people were what we had learned to call “freedom high.” And they said, “We’re not waiting on Washington. We want  to be free here.” And so I agreed to lead them. We went down and marched down, and I thought when they saw the Klan they’d be ready to turn around. But we stopped and prayed, and I said, “Anybody…” I said, “We really don’t have to go down and face this kind of violence,” and so we could go back to the church. And some lady started singing, “Be Not Dismayed What Ere Betide, God Will Take Care of You.” And she, and everybody, said, “We want to march. We don’t want the Klan to turn us around.” So I had to lead them down there, and when I got there — we were mostly women and children — and there were a couple of hundred, mostly pretty big men, with chains and bricks and bottles.