Knowing What Must Be Done Does Away

When That White Driver Stepped Back Toward Us, When He Waved His Hand And Ordered Us Up And Out Of Our Seats, I Felt A Determination Cover My Body Like A Quilt On A Winter Night.

I Had Been Pushed As Far As I Could Stand To Be Pushed. I Had Decided That I Would Have To Know Once And For All What Rights I Had As A Human Being And A Citizen.

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.

Without A Vision The People Perish, But Without Courage Dreams Die.

It Was Not Pre-arranged. It Just Happened That The Driver Made A Demand And I Just Didn't Feel Like Obeying His Demand. I Was Quite Tired After Spending A Full Day Working.