I loved Martin Luther King, Jr. He was my hero. He was a wonderful friend. I remember during the last leg of the march from Selma to Montgomery, we were walking and I think it started raining. He had a little cap on his head, and he took the cap off and he put it on my head and he said, “John, you’ve been hurt. You need to protect your head. You need to wear this cap.” I just thought it was a wonderful something on his part, but he was always so caring and so sharing. And Robert Kennedy, I’ll tell you, I saw there was something about him that was so dear. When Dr. King was assassinated, I said to myself — I had what I call an executive session with myself. I said, “We still have Robert Kennedy.” And then two months later Robert Kennedy was taken. The assassination of these two young men was the most difficult time in my life really. The saddest. They were friends. They were people that I loved and admired. I was with Robert Kennedy when we heard that Dr. King had been shot. I was in Indianapolis, Indiana campaigning with him, and I was in his room at the Los Angeles Ambassador Hotel and spoke to him about 15 minutes before he went down to make his victory statement. Even today I feel like I must continue to do what I can. And I often wonder, “If Dr. King were here, and Robert Kennedy were, what would they be doing?” So someone must continue to speak up and speak out, because they’re not here.