MARJORIE RANDAL, Bay Area NOW....Frances Hicks, Sonia Carmean, and their daughters ran
the last three miles of the Torch Relay in Houston. Sonia had had a fantasy in the days
before the event of lightly running backward in front of the celebrities, taking pictures
for Breakthrough. The reality was different - daughter Dana and the others wearing the
blue runners' t-shirts receded slowly into the distance ahead, while Sonia, in high-heeled
boots that were not by Adidas, tried to run faster. Then it rained. The three opposition
pickets near the run's finish disappeared. Sonia made the distance, triumphant. She reported
for duty at delegate registration - damp, shoeless, but happy.
PHYLLIS TUCKER, Bay Area NOW Observations of _a Shit-worker
Goose bumps and tears welling up as the Torch entered the Coliseum. Discovery that this
radical, liberal person is still turned on by red, white, and blue and singing of "Glory,
Listening to Coretta King's body-guard running up and exclaiming "Guess who's coming in -
Margaret Mead!" Awe and respect for this wonderful woman. Margaret Mead - little, gray-
haired, bright sharp eyes, her arm touching the elbow of this tall man - he walking back
with tears in his eyes saying, "that is the most important and beautiful lady in the world."
Strolling the floor as Barbara Jordan is presented to the audience and feeling the strong
emotion sweep over the whole crowd. Watching young black women clapping, shouting,
whistling, with tears streaming down their cheeks in acknowledgment that a heroine is there
before them, that they too can have a voice in their own country, that they do have a future
in the world. Observing older black women standing proud that here is a woman such as they
who has struggled against tremendous odds - and can stand with pride as a representative
of their own race.
Feeling of pride as the Guam delegation presents me with a necklace as thanks for help
to them during the Conference....Pride as the Utah delegation stays seated while other
anti's walk...Feelings of despair as Monday's session breaks down in utter chaos...Feelings
of anger at lack of information and instructions for volunteers....Feelings of gladness
that disorganization and confusion did not appear to the viewing public....Extreme pride
to be a part of this great event!
TWISS BUTLER, Bay Area NOW Despite a notoriously defective memory, I think I'll long recall:
Virginia Currey arriving at the Babe Didrickson memorial in Beaumont in her rakish yellow
car with the IWY banner streaming from the antenna, to herald the arrival of the Torch
Relay. Later, on hot and sunny Highway 90, Betty Yancey running with the torch - a helicopter
hovering overhead, a police car up front with photographer leaning out to photograph her
and her running mates, and another police car trailing behind issuing siren-calls "Want a
ride?...We've got air-conditioning..." I believe we grinned the whole distance.
Rema Lou Brown maintaining composure during delegate registration when, in response to her
request for his ID, a member of the Mississippi delegation handed her his KKK membership
During the plenary sessions, looking down from the gallery where I was Maintaining Order in
a Non-Partisan Manner, to see Frances Hicks, surrounded by mike-seeking delegates, dancing
on tip-toe on a rickety folding chair and frantically waving her big signal card to gain
the attention of the Chair. Had I glanced across the floor a little later, I might also
have seen Phyllis Tucker firmly dispatching Gloria Steinem to the end of the line to wait
her turn at the micrcphone (amid naughty egalitarian grins from the Texas delegation) .
The crazy cheerfulness and friendliness of people standing in endless lines for registration
and session tickets. The good-natured cooperation of observers who responded to my call for
a litter brigade to muck out our section of the gallery between sessions because I was tired
of wading through derelict hot cogs and soda cans. (Those red shirts conferred power,man!)