We were there! It was the Los Angeles Coliseum. It was Friday, June 29, 1990.
We caught the bus at our local NAACP office and we paid $10 for an experience we weren’t going to forget.
“Robin Island was a terrible place and seeing and going into his cell Icouldn’t help but wonder how he made it all those years and then lived on to such a rich old age,” she said.
She remembers the huge crowd assembled there and how welcoming they were. She says there was a richness in them, not a monetary one but a richness of spirit and of welcoming.
Someone, I think it was Richard, asked me what I remembered about June 29th. Well, let’s see now, I remembered I had a page in my scrapbook with pictures, a flyer and a ticket.
Charles Johnson, long-time family friend, known to me as “Uncle Charles,” like Ivy Jean, had his answer machine on.
And most important, Ms Forgetful, here, remembers that Nelson Mandela made an immeasurable contribution to the entire world and it is now a better place because of him.
Here’s Richard and the yellow school bus
Phoenix and Ivy