The wait seemed long, and I was frightened about what was going to happen. Finally, a long line of black people, adults and children, appeared and began walking toward Gwynn Oak. I had never seen so many black people and the air of them-versus-us terrified me. I wanted to leave, but my mother wasn't going to miss a thing. I felt small and vulnerable in that crowd, and worried that fighting was going to break out at any minute, even though I don't remember any harsh words or gestures.