 This, I now understand, was the white entrance. This is where I was arrested, and two years ago, two years ago, Judy and I brought our grandson here, and I pointed out to him there's a place right there where it appears there was a parking meter. Maybe it was just a sign like that one, but I think it was a parking meter. That one was mine. I got bounced off that one. And I also got mildly poked with a cattle prod, which is not fun, poked in the back. We were coming, as I was saying at the church, to protest their use of an appearance book. No white person had had to sign an appearance book in order to register to vote. This was trotted out as a concession to black citizens trying to register. It wasn't a concession. It was yet one more step in the process. And it was the kind of step that actually enhanced the hazard to them.