We went down to Washington for the political science convention, Bob Gaudino and John Rensenbrink and I, and when we came down we couldn’t find a place for the three of us to stay. In those days, if you remember, two men and a woman, there was no way. And I ended up sleeping at a broom closet at the Y. Literally. A least they were able to get into a hotel, just the two men. Even in a separate room they would not buy it, in any hotel. They were not going to give two young men and one young woman lodging for the night. It was a very different world 50 years ago.

I go back a long way. Oh yeah, oh yes. Bob, I don’t know if you know, used to eat—there used to be a Y at 17th and K, a YWCA, and that was the only place outside of government offices that you could eat integrated. At least Truman had integrated the government buildings. But it was a very southern town. He did a summer internship before in Washington and it was sufficiently important to him to, as he put it, “eat integrated.” We’re going back to a time people had no problem calling blacks whatever they wanted, very openly. I remember him knowing about the Y. He said, “Let’s go there.” That’s where I spent the night in the broom closet.