"Armbands, so the police know who to arrest."

"Oh. I thought you were mad at someone!" he responds.

"I am! George Wallace McCrory," she says, likening the governor's recent claim that the protests are the work of people outside of North Carolina to the "outside agitators" language the Alabama governor used 50 years ago.

4:09 p.m. Barber gathers everyone who plans to be arrested to the front of the sanctuary for photographs and to provide a backdrop as he delivers his message to the press. "All doctors in the front," he says, referring to the medical professionals present to protest the repeal of healthcare measures. Taylor and her husband stand immediately to Barber's left at the podium.

As the press conference begins, Geeta Kapur, an adjunct professor at Campbell University School of Law, asks me for whom I work because she "hasn't seen me here before." I tell her I'm covering the protests for The Atlantic, and she doesn't relent. I finally show her my North Carolina State Bar card, proving I'm a licensed attorney.

"OK. I trust you wouldn't lie to me," Kapur says. "I'm just making sure we don't have any spies."

4:38 p.m. Barber concludes his press conference by shouting, "Forward together!" and attendees respond, "Not one step back!" After three rounds of the chant, the crowd mingles for a few minutes, and people begin departing for the grass and humidity of Halifax Mall.

Taylor and her husband, both wearing green armbands, chat with two women with clerical collars and blue armbands.

"Ask them if you can be cuffed in front. It's much more comfortable," one of the two women advises Taylor. "And you'll get frisked in the Capitol before you go to jail," she adds, meaning to say the Legislative Building.

Taylor turns to me. "We're going to grab a bite to eat, and we'll see you there."

5:25 p.m. I park on the street a few blocks away from Halifax Mall. Had I not known what was going on, I may have thought I had stumbled upon a cross between a Motown concert and a Chinese New Year celebration. Amidst the diverse crowd of a soccer mom in a "Carolina Law" T-shirt with a stroller in tow, a Duck Dynasty character look-a-like with a chest-length beard that covers the top of his overalls, and clergy members in every shape, size, and color. Sam Cooke is on the loudspeakers:

I was born by the river in a little tent. Oh and just like the river I've been running ever since. It's been a long, a long time coming. But I know a change gonna come. Oh yes, it will.

Large masks on wooden poles with flowing fabric stand stagnant in the breezeless air as Barber preaches to the crowd. "We're long distance runners and not sprinters," he bellows.

5:30 p.m. Today isn't Taylor's first "Moral Monday." She went to a previous one as an observer, but on this afternoon, she "wanted to do more than preach it." I ask her if there was a tipping point that made her decide to get arrested. "I've just been praying and discerning," she says calmly.