 I felt very comfortable, even though I didn't know what was really going on, because when I pulled up in front of this door and saw the mass of people, the only thing I could relate it to was that a parade was coming, because I knew a parade passed on this street in front of this building. And that's what it looked like to me. It looked like a crowd of people just waiting for the parade to come. I didn't pick up on the anger. I didn't pick up on everybody being white. But I was with my mama. I know my mama was strong-willed, too.