He views videos that
get passed around by
old, white people about
how wonderful life was

in the 50’s and 60’s
and, by inference, how
lousy things are today
now that old whites are

losing all their power
and influence and, of
course, he gets caught
up in the memories;

that’s part of the prop-
aganda but he wants to
help pave the way but
doesn’t want to be in

the way. He stayed at a
motel in a west suburb
of Chicago, a motel
frequented mostly by

blacks. Police were
called in the morning
and in the evening, too —
squad cars, sirens, flash-

ing blue and red lights
and cops everywhere. He
wants to help pave the
way but he doesn’t want

to be in the way. He
stayed at a motel in a
north suburb of St.
Louis, frequented mostly

by blacks. Fire-fighters
and police were called
when a fire-alarm was pull-
ed. Flashing red and blue

lights, sirens, fire
fighters and cops were
everywhere. This isn’t
his life story; he has

good memories of vaca-
tions in motels around
America but he doesn’t
want to get in the way

and he doesn’t want to
be in the way. He doesn’t
want to stay where police
are called out for domes-

tic disturbances any old
time of day at motels
along the way and he
doesn’t want to stay

where fire fighters and
police are called out for
false alarms or any alarms.
He wants peace and quiet

on his way across country,
but he doesn’t want to
get in the way and he
doesn’t want to be in the

way. He wants to stand
for the way of civil
rights and human rights
and get out-of-the-way

of the advance of civil
rights and human rights
and help make way for
a new day for blacks

and browns and yellows
and please don’t forget
the reds, and he will
get out-of-the-way and

do what he can to pave
the way for a bright,
new just day, but at the
same time, he doesn’t want

to be in the way, in the way
of the police and the fire
fighters and any violence
that may come that way.