I Did Not Get On The Bus

I Will No Longer Act On The Outside In A Way That Contradicts The Truth That I Hold Deeply Inside. I Will No Longer Act As If I Were Less Than The Whole Person I Know Myself Inwardly To Be.

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

The Only Tired I Was, Was Tired Of Giving In.

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.