I Believe There Is Only One Race

My Only Concern Was To Get Home After A Hard Day's Work.

I'd See The Bus Pass Every Day… But To Me, That Was A Way Of Life; We Had No Choice But To Accept What Was The Custom. The Bus Was Among The First Ways I Realized There Was A Black World And A White World.

I Was Ready To Die But Give My Consent Never. Never, Never.

We Didn't Have Any Civil Rights. It Was Just A Matter Of Survival, Of Existing From One Day To The Next. I Remember Going To Sleep As A Girl Hearing The Klan Ride At Night And Hearing A Lynching And Being Afraid The House Would Burn Down.

I Had No Idea That History Was Being Made. I Was Just Tired Of Giving Up.