I Did Not Get On The Bus

I Do The Very Best I Can To Look Upon Life With Optimism And Hope And Looking Forward To A Better Day, But I Don't Think There Is Anything Such As Complete Happiness. It Pains Me That There Is Still A Lot Of Klan Activity And Racism. I Think When You Say You're Happy, You Have Everything That You Need And Everything That You Want, And Nothing More To Wish For. I Haven't Reached That Stage Yet.

An Opportunity Was Being Given To Me To Do What I Had Asked Of Others.

Our Mistreatment Was Just Not Right, And I Was Tired Of It.

Every Day Before Supper And Before We Went To Services On Sundays. My Grandmother Would Read The Bible To Me, And My Grandfather Would Pray. We Even Had Devotions Before Going To Pick Cotton In The Fields. Prayer And The Bible, Became A Part Of My Everyday Thoughts And Beliefs. I Learned To Put My Trust In God And To Seek Him As My Strength.

Many Whites, Even White Southerners Told Me That Even Though It May Have Seemed Like The Blacks Were Being Freed (by My Actions) They Felt More Free And At Ease Themselves. They Thought That My Action Didn't Just Free Blacks But Them, Too.