January 24, Forest Hills, NY: Relaxed. Still reflecting on Tuesday. The sense of unity reminded me of only one other time I can remember. October 14, 1995. The Million Man March. I caravaned to D.C. from Northwestern with a group of guys from the Black Student Alliance. To see so large a group of Black men gathered, peaceful, together on the National Mall was completely overwhelming. That day I listened to the speakers from a spot to the north of the Washington Monument, the same as I did last Tuesday. I couldn't have imagined that a dozen years later I would join men and women of all races on the Mall to replicate that sense of togetherness. My mind's most lasting images are of legions of Black people waving American flags, singing America the Beautiful, and crying during the Star-Spangled Banner. All things I have never seen before and hope never go away.