Save for the road signs and the scrawny pine trees lining the road, the men who took up lames Meredith's protest march (TIME, June 17) could have been anywhere but in Mississippi. State highway patrolmen from the same force that had walked off the job as mobs howled their hatred for Meredith at the University of Mississippi in 1962 hovered around like mother hens; highway crews even mowed the high grass on the road shoulders to smooth the marchers' path. For veteran civil rights demonstrators, the atmosphere could hardly...
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