Racism Is Still With Us. But It

Since I Have Always Been A Strong Believer In God, I Knew That He Was With Me, And Only He Could Get Me Through That Next Step

I Knew Someone Had To Take The First Step. So I Made Up My Mind Not To Move.

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 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.

I Thought Of Emmett Till, And When The Bus Driver Ordered Me To Move To The Back, I Just Couldn’t Move.