We were arrested immediately and put in the paddy wagon. That was interesting. There was one fellow by the name of Alan Kaufman, I haven’t seen him since then. He and I were sitting next to each other. A policeman came up on the side and looked in the window and said to me, "You’re a black son of a bitch, ain’t you?"

I said to him, "Isn’t that a beautiful color?"

He just froze. He didn’t know how to respond to that. And Al Kaufman just patted me on the back.