I continue my journey into the very important Civil Rights movement of the United States. This book is an iconic look at the March on Washington. It contains photos of blacks and whites holding signs and holding hands. Martin Luther King's I Have a Dream was spoken on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial in Washington, DC. On Wednesday, August 28, 1963, blacks, whites, Jews, Catholics, Protestans.and Muslims, rallied round a host of speakers who marched for freedom and equality for 19 Million African Americans. They took buses, planes, they walked, and one brave man from Chicago actually rode roller skates to the nation's capital.

They marched for jobs, for their right to vote, and to march with the statement that no longer would the "Negro" tolerate poverty, isolation, and cruel beatings when they tried to fight for what was due them. While President John F. Kennedy and others had fears that it would be a non-peaceful gathering and that people would storm the nations capital. No one needed to fear, it was indeed a very peaceful gathering, much like a Sunday picnic. Previously, both JFK, and his brother Robert Kennendy, and millions of Americans watched the black and white tv screens, as in horror they cringed at "Bull" Connors actions of having German Shepard dogs take chunks of flesh from protesters who wanted a better America, and a chance at the dream of freedom.

As the children were plastered against walls as the power of stinging water threw them heavily. Using the tactics of those who came before them, this was a non-violent gathering, and affirmed that the black person was entitled to the same rights as others. It confirmed that long-overdue, the black American's wanted what the white's had -- a chance at a job that would enable them to have a roof over their heads, and food on the table. No longer should there be signs of "White's Only," warning black American's that there would be beating and grave trouble if they sat at the same lunch counters that forbid them to sit. These same stores took the black persons money to buy goods, but were plain that they would not be incorporated in the American dream!

Later, as every scrap of paper was meticulously thrown away. And, it was this mighty walk to freedom that changed the nasty tide of hatred.

Stanley Tretuck as a premere photojournalist. He covered the days of JFK and his family in the White House. He worked for Look magazine, and his images portrayed the coming together, using non-violence as a tool to obtain their imperatives.