“I was thinking; sometimes one thing happens and changes your life, how you look at things and how you look at yourself.
I remember one particular time. It was ...
You know, sometimes one thing happens to change our life. How you look at things, how you look at yourself. I remember one particular event. It was when, 1955, '56— a long time ago. Anyway, I'd been working at night. I wrote for the newspaper and, you know, we had deadlines. It was late, after midnight, on the night before Memorial Day. I had to catch a train back to Brooklyn, the West Side IRT.
This lady got onto the subway at 34th Street and Penn Station, a nice-looking white lady in her early 20s. ...