'Miz Murray' led the way for many

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By Anise Jenkins SPECIAL TO THE WASHINGTON TIMES

CITIZEN JOURNALISM:

The first time I met D.C. community and statehood activist Loree Harris Murray, or "Miz Murray" as we called her, was in 1997. I had just been arrested for the second time in my life in two days -- back to back.

I was scared, but I stood my ground as I was encouraged by this wiry, feisty woman, Mrs. Murray, who demanded that we "lock arms" and "don't let go."

Mrs. Murray, founder of the Near Northeast Citizens Against Crime and Drugs, died March 27 of pancreatic cancer, at age 88 at Washington Hospital Center.

Even when I participated in a parade for D.C. Emancipation Day on April 16, I could still hear, in my mind my "adopted mother" singing freedom songs, as she did on Aug. 5, 1997, which we spent in a D.C. lockup. And her fighting spirit continues to propel me in my work for full emancipation and freedom for the D.C. statehood movement, a cause that was dear to her, too.

When I met Mrs. Murray, the day after my first arrest at the White House, we had been arrested for disrupting a meeting of that very same Control Board at a church in Thomas Circle. I knew very little about the appointed group and knew even less about the details. But I knew I was angry that some people I have never met before had the power to wipe out our local government.

Just one day before, I had been arrested (for the first time) while protesting in front of the White House to oppose President Bill Clinton for authorizing the takeover of the management of the District of Columbia's local government.The city had just been placed under the receivership of the congressionally mandated D.C. Financial Control Board.

As I recall, some very rough Metropolitan Police Department officers, dressed in riot gear, arrested about a dozen people, including Mrs. Murray and me. The officers knocked one man out of his wheelchair and a tall elderly man, who shielded him, was slammed to the ground, as I recall. Looking back, this was probably the most spirited arrest I have ever participated in. We were all mad.

We were taken to the 3rd District police station on 13th and V streets, in Northwest and paired up in cells with the men and women separated. After all the excitement, I started thinking that I had no idea what to expect or what I had gotten myself into, and now I can admit I was exhilarated but also scared.

Suddenly, I heard a woman's voice singing a few cells down from me. "I ain't gon' let nobody turn me 'round, turn me 'round, turn me 'round; I ain't gon' let nobody turn me 'round," Mrs. Murray, as it turns out, sang.