I'm watching a PBS documentary about the Civil Rights Freedom Riders (1961). Inspiring, sobering story. When I saw a woman stumbling off a bus they had tried to burn around her in perfectly pressed, polished white cotton shirtdress, with perfect pearl earrings, I realized something. They all dressed with pride and care, because they knew what they were doing was important. The dignity in their hearts was reflected in something as superficial as their clothing. Now THAT is fab!