Narration

It was a long hard day at work on that December 1st 1955. All I wanted to do was get home and go see Raymond.I got to the bus station and I waited for the bus in the colored waiting room. I got on bus and a sat down I few rows behind the "white only sets".I was a very active member of NAACP because I really hated the segregation laws. Why do we have to sit back the only difference between white people and me is the color of my skin. The bus continued on its route. The bus filled up fast. All the white only seats were filled.The bus driver ordered the blacks to move to the back. I hated that bus driver he was probably the most racist bus driver in all of Alabama. He scolded me once before because I used the front steps. No set were open and I didn't wanna stand. I was here first. I am not standing. None of us moved until he said it again. Everyone moved except me. Stand Up he said. No I replied. Then I'll have you arrested. Fine you can do that. He put the emergency brake on and got the off the bus to get a police man. Soon after two cops were on the bus. I couldn't fight the cops but i did say why do you push us around. I don't know he said. After he said that me and him walked off the bus. They put me in jail because i avoided segregation laws. As soon as my good friend E.D Nixon heard the news that i was in jail he went to bails bondsmen. He was determined that he was going to make me the last African American that was treated unfairly.