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ae +) He said that it wasn't so bad in Washington, D.C. He was the guest of the Fronch Ambassador, who took him out to supper and put him aboard the Grey- hound Bus for Richmond. "I took the seat of my choice," he recalled, “and talked for a time to the friendly white man beside me. But at the border of Virginia the driver stopped and ordered me to the back with the other Blocks. They knew where to sit. But I did too. I said 'O.K." and wont back." This was the beginning of a serics of adventures for him: Richnond, Atlanta, Birminghem, New Orleans, Houston, Los Angeles. I said to my friend, the Judge, “But what about the Mississippi River? The Grand Canyon?) The Painted Desert? The Golden Cate?" He was a bit vague about these. Other events seen to have been more vivid. In Richmond, in the middle of the night, he fclt cold and followed other passengers from the front of the bus to get a cup of coffee. "A Negro lady pulled atm) sleeve as I got up," he said, "and whispered: ‘You're crazy! You can't do that!' She was right. I couldn't." People in the back of the bus tended to carry thcir own warming fluids; whisky appcared from several inside pockets, and he was offered some. Humanity from aay source is warm ing. In New Orleans he got into a taxi, driven by a white man, aud asked to be taken to Tulane University. "Tulane?" seid the driver; "You must mean Dillard." But he insisted; and, after an argument, was driven there and deposited opposite the gate. "As I went in to deliver my lecture, I saw the driver sitting there, watching to sce what would happen to me." Approaching Los Angeles, he sat in the rear of the bus and played peck-a- boo throug: his laced fingers with a little blonde girl up the aisle, bered by the ride, whose mothcr refused to let her come back to see him. In the early morning, adventuring back while her mother slept, she climbed into his lap and was discovered after some time by a chastened parent, happily aslecp. "“Eut she was a nice lady," the Judge said. "At the Los Angeles depot she said, 'I can't talk to you now, but won't you come to my house for tea? Nere is the address.'" As the Judee showed me his memory-book I saw page after pa notes from friends met all over the world: Tulane, a Quaker Seminar in Denmark, sociolcyists at many great American universitics, and one of the daughters of Cnief£ Yarren. I could feel how he treasures these contacts. He analyzes the lte problem objectively, "This will be solved in the U.S.," he esys, "by ine fluences Free the cutside, Cijef among these is the shame Ancricans are bepinning to feel as they get acquainted with the world and with ideas different from their own.” Nea ile, in one world this man sits in the lonely eminence of the Suprese Bench, deciding the major criminal and civil cascs of a nation. In another world he sits in the back ef a tus. ne of brief, signed Every country in French-speaking Afvica is to we would call a one-party state, Thar is, there is no fermul opposition party as we know it. Thia has led us to con- demn these states as undenseratic and even totalitarian. I think this fis a seri © Tt amounts to putting on political blinkers and refusing to recopnize that states are confronted with what are probably the most frightening proticms eve ture groups of n being 4 deseripticon of these problens is well bey the sevpe cf this paper, bus LT keep hearing the cry ef a citizen of one of these