Emory Bayh and his wife were visiting Atlanta, their son, with a young
baby, so she invited us out to her house for dinner, Mrs. Tilley did.
Liz [unknown] was black—that was George Mitchell's
secretary that I had found for him—and I was black; we were the only two
black people there. So Liz picked me up that afternoon, and the fellow
that I was dating then, because I was divorced from my first husband at
that time. The fellow that I was dating was here from Chicago, so she
told me to bring him out, so I took him out. We drove out there and
parked the car and went in and we had a nice dinner. And Mr. Tilley was
so sweet; he was helping with everything. And just as we had finished
eating the telephone rang, and Mr. Tilley answered the phone. And he
called Mrs. Tilley to the phone, and she answered the phone. Well,
pretty soon Katharine Stone went there, and I could hear them talking
but I didn't know what they were talking about. I said, "I'd better go
back there and find out what's happening." So I went back there and I
asked. I said, "Katharine, let me help you with the dishes." She said,
"Oh, no, you don't need to help me with the dishes." I said, "Well, what
is all the talking then?" I said, "Was it the telephone call? Was
somebody threatening Mrs. Tilley? Is something happening?" And she said,
"Somebody made a crank call and said that they had better get those
so-and-so-and-so-and-so's away from there, or they would do this, that,
and the other." Well, I went to Mrs. Tilley and Mr. Tilley and [unknown] said, "Mrs. Tilley," I said, "We don't want
anything to happen." I said, "We've have a nice dinner, and we've
chatted a while," I said, "and before it
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late, I think we should go on home." I said, "Now, we have done exactly
what we come to do. We had a lovely dinner; we talked." And I said, "We
can leave before anything gets too bad, that something might happen."
She said, "I'm really not afraid that anything is going to happen, but I
certainly am sick over this." I said, "Well, don't be sick. We know that
there are sick people anywhere." She said, "My neighbors would not do
this." But she found out exactly who did it. Some man who was visiting
somebody across the street. So Emory Bayh decided that he would walk to
the car with us, just to see if anybody made any move. Well, what had
happened was, the man who was visiting had backed his car right up on
the front bumper of our car, so we could not pull out, and we couldn't
back up nor pull out. So we got out there, and Emory saw this car [unknown] in like this, and he said, "Somebody did this on
purpose," and we said, "Yes, it's true. This must have been the guy that
called." So we stood there and we looked around. Well, this guy was
still sitting on the porch with the people he was visiting, across from
Mrs. Tilley. So when he saw Emory with us, he walked over, and he said,
"Am I blocking you?" And Emory said, "Well, I think they can't quite get
out. Is this your car?" He said, "Yes." And Emory said, "Well, it would
help if you would move your car so that they can get out, so they can
leave." So he actually got in his car and drove on off; he didn't go
back to the people across the street. She found out who it was later,
because the people across the street told her who it was. And then when
her husband died, she insisted that I come to the house and go to the
funeral
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you, and this is what he would have wanted." Well, I tried not to go
because I didn't like funerals, but I went over to the house. She made
me ride in the car with her and her son. And we went to Patterson's and
stood there; we were there an hour before the funeral. Well, Patterson
would not let me walk in and sit with the family …