“I just want a hot dog and a coke”

“I just want a hot dog and a coke.”

Try as they might, no one can extract anything incriminating from you. Your group is focused and disciplined. After a few hours the cops arrive and round you all up. They don’t take you to jail, rather locking you in a courtroom downtown. You spend the afternoon waiting around until a lawyer from the NAACP bails you out.

The lawyer spends some time with your group as everything is processed. He fills you with wonder as he talks about the changing laws, the coming death of jim crow, and laws protecting blacks in sit ins and students. “One day,” he promises, “we will all be equal under the law. Shoot, one day we’ll even have black students in Clemson if we keep at it.”

Better hurry home if you don't want to miss dinner.