The convoy was made up of two Maryland State police cars in the lead, then the four Suburbans, and then two Transit Authority cars bringing up the rea.... The convoy was in the hi-speed lane.From the 301 south ramp four dump trucks merged onto US 50 in the outside slow lanes doing anything but slow. When the convoy started to pass the slower trucks, the trucks steered hard to the left crossing four lanes of traffic. Each truck had taken a Suburban to plow into the side.Even before the impact the. " Yumi heard the teacher say, and turned to look at the man. He seemed to be in his mid 20s, maybe early 30s, with dark brown hair that had blonde highlights on the ends. "This here is Yumiko Asagiri. She's a transfer student from Japan." The teacher said, and Yumi wanted to correct him, being an exchange student, but didn't find it important enough to bring up. "It's nice to meet you all." Yumi said, and took a seat in the front row. Her teacher, a Mr. Alex Shelly, was nice enough to bring her. There were a lot of obviously wealthy and important people gathering here tonight and I felt somewhat out of my league. Edgar had also arrived and took a seat next to mine. He told me that he too had been invited to speak of his experience as a slave but had declined, feeling it would be too embarrassing to talk about anything that personal in front of a large crowd.The Chairman, a rather attractive African-American woman who appeared to be in her mid forties, called the meeting to order,. I remembered that it was a time of great sadness despite the fact there was a sense of celebration in the air at the final curtain on the death and destruction of the terrible war between brothers, neighbors and sovereign states of this great Union.Lots of folks on both sides of the conflict would be quick to blame the whole affair on the nasty business of slavery.I have to admit that I wasn’t one of those simple-minded citizens that relegated the sobering consequences of the struggle to that.