<TITLE>11. Par 36-38</TITLE>L-36 So I started to go out and the usher said, "Why, Brother Branham you couldn't get out." Said, "There's thousands of people that's banked in here."
And so I said, "Well, if you'll just act like you're taking off your coat now. They won't notice me and I'll slip out this other side. And you send them ushers around. Nobody knows me back there in that parking lot," just standing full of people, and it raining, just pouring right on down. They was standing out there anyhow, holding papers over their children and things like that. Been laying on the streets for five or six days at a time, like that. Laying under cotton trucks, anything they get... They love the Lord. They come to church. Brother, they love Him and they believe Him.
And then I was... went around the back of the place, like that. He started to... That looked like a hypocrite to do that. But I just couldn't get in to where they was all at. And the poor things just almost stampede you. So, he started taking off his coat like this. And I slipped out the door and went up, down through that ambulance row, come around in the back, and started in up there.

L-37 There was... Big flood lights was back in behind the place. And they had a bunch of chartered buses setting like that. And I was going along through there, pushing along, you know, like this. And nobody knew me; nobody had seen me yet. 'Cause they couldn't get near the building. They'd stay right in that building. What was in there, kept their places. And so they send someone out to get some sandwiches, or somebody hold their place while they had to got out and come back, you know. They was holding their place.
Then I--I was thinking as I went along there. Somebody kept saying, "Quit pushing. Quit pushing."
I said, "Excuse me." Just kept on, you know, pushing along. I pushed up beside of a great big tall fellow, standing there whittling with his knife. And I pushed right under him like that.
He said, "Quit pushing."
I--I did, because I was afraid he was going to push. And so I--I said, "Excuse me, sir."

L-38 And I--I stood with my hands down like this. He looked down at me kind of sarcastic like, you know, and kept on whittling. I said, "I'm sorry." He never said a word, just kept on whittling. Yes, sir. I watched, and I thought, "Well, I'll start pushing again in a few minutes when he gets to thinking about something else."
So I looked around. And so after while I heard somebody hollering, "Daddy! Daddy!" I wonder where that was. It sound like a southern voice of the colored people. Usually they all the Southerners talk a whole lot alike. And I happened to look, and coming out in the midst of people, more than there is setting here, standing in that back parking lot, was a young colored girl.
Now, down there they have a law of segregation: Jim Crow law. And the white and colored cannot come together. And so... I don't think that's right. But as so that's--that's wrong. I just don't say that for any respects for our colored friends here tonight, but I don't care if there's nobody here. That's wrong. That's right.


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