August 28, 1963 Dear Diary, On the television we watched a lot of negroes marching in Washington, D.C., until Daddy turned it off, saying “Propaganda”. Tons of people as far as the eye could see with signs about freedom and a negro named Martin Luther King who was speaking into a microphone sounding all dramatic, his deep voice going up and down in a barrel, like he was telling a scary story at Halloween. Daddy said he was rabble-rousing the negroes. The sun was bleach-hot . . .
-From Fourteen, A Theory of Expanded Love
