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ate riehidabie Foor —- tt After eating game Veinauiese nica A entght to aby hora, Saupe Colliad Riag 7 * ao} wat cecoptionlike Upside sly Cutius ded un ta Pet Sonera (ouditlon af that smaty winco wo were in from tha Bible ubant there bel prone, a athered around ime for everylldng undar th tbe _wiierephone, some of ne sul, for love, for hate, for war, williz on the floor side by ‘sid wilh the Viotaemess, although’ Mademo Binh.and Xuan Thuy; didn’t sit down, ! Avdy Collins sang « wong ini French snc another one sbout a arden {ull of weeds and snow. J over heard it belore, but it was, auticul. Hy eA Vietnamese. girl with a Ruitarist to accompgny her sung 2 Vicloaisese love song which Wis: My mommy asked me where 1 Jeft my jacket, and 1 Said, ‘The wind biew it off on the “Wi i) ov Giier alde of the river, My Putt soa rereame,” ‘mommy asked mo what I di with my goid ring. end J said * dropped it n the river.” Then one of our black girls, - Allidees Christopher, dressed | slegeatiy in Afro clothing, led tke group in the black national anthem ~ which I had never card before, ellior. The Rev. Nilic Barrow, a black lady aster and Operation Breakfast worker from Cuicano, said, “Now tistes, we're poling back to Acierica soon, and if we're folng back there, we've got to have come ‘soul’, So things really vexed up as we sang, “Tals little Hght of minc, I'm xoan2 let it shine,” with various ‘Yerses to include New York and other states and Vietnam. git was very movirz, anc Spler wished that T hed ‘brougat long some Moravian beeswax goasimas candles for each of us{oPpropriate closing to & hold. They would havo fit ix Ticely. Three Vietoxmese girls then wang a spirited and harmonious song in their own languzge. It bad a woaterful rhythm to It 7 wish peonlo in -Amorica could ar such songs ani see those iis’ in their pretly a0 idai essos, I don’t think we would judy war. anymore df shat Ubppened. > 7 “meme, ur peace. We hed one edginal American with wa, eu Iudicn girl, and she sang a song in her; tribal Janzuage. Wo duughed ‘when she told us to join in op the! recend sanza. i e ctnaniesa © trauslator| said that £0 fer no men had sang anyiting for ts, 39 our black Gramaust from Nississippi Vincent Durrell, got up and enacied 2 poam which he had composed (1 think right then, ‘the icterpreter sald went like and there) ealled “Vieloam — Bip.” Aller we bad stood to sing, Canmdy)- uller, aur coordinator, “gavel : dsome pictures of flowers ai things lo Madame Binh and}: Xuan Thuy. Madame Binh kissed Candy and enid, “I do sol: for all ns Vietnamese women; here.” Whea Xuan Thuy alzo|, kissed her,-one of the Vict anmese men in the group said, “Aud he kisses her for al] of the}: Vietnamese men bere, too.” There was laughter, tears, and 'friendly embraces, We closed by singing the Vietnamese national], antuem as we dragon-danced in & tightly-xnit pattern of circles]. sround the room. This type of dinee, with bands on- the Sliouiders of the persun in front) of ‘co means unity, we were taro Evening woe Tt was a rere cvening, but journcy and some very jong con. ference sessions, After refle ing upon dt on the way back to the hotel in the metro (subway), 1 knew taat I had heard about) this sorl of thing somewherel before. And then it struck me, thal, yes, Jesus bad said, “Love your cnemics,". ard, “If youl ‘salute only your brethren, what) mere Bre -3ou doing than ollers? : eS Somchow everytuing that-the sponsors of the colficrence had. itricd to get us to do or to believe dida’t come shout by their pressure. But the Spirit of God broke throuzh thot night and the: lrewiity and truth of our humai | good will was mado manifest, just may be 2 slcp toward pea 1 ation, jane reve!