I'm Just Talking to Brothers Right Now

The proudest day of my life as a black man was the million man march. I never felt more pride in being who I was. October 16th, 1995. That sensation, standing on that hill, Washington D.C., stepping over people in complete darkness at four-third in the morning,. this hoping 400,000 or 100,000 brothers would show up. And when that light came up over that hill and I turned around and that whole mall was covered with black men - they shut the city down. A police officer got down off the horse and said, I know you, I've seen you on the Apollo before. He said, I want to tell you something. The