The day of December 1, 1955 was a day that I will not forget. That morning, I had made my way to work as a tailor in Montgomery, Alabama, where I lived. I had been at work for a while before I was headed home. As soon as I got done with work, I started for home to go wait for the city bus to come by and pick me up. The stop I went to be picked picked up was by the Montgomery Fair Department Store where I was working at the time. Eventually the bus came for us passengers, and we got right on. I ended up only having one choice for the seat I was going to sit in. It was the seat right behind the white section. As I was getting on the bus, I gave the bus driver some money in order to pay for the seat I sat in. We kept going along the route to
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They took me and put me in jail until it was time for a trial. On the day of my trial, the city had made a new law that black do not deserve to receive any form of transportation to the court, and they shall find another way of getting there. The reason I had behind this act was the fact that I had been asked one too many times to give in for other people, and I was getting sick of it. Thereafter the trial had happened, I was able to leave jail and live out on my own. Throughout the town, many people had now recognized me for what I had done, but there were some that wouldn’t give up on trying to hurt me. Those people were threatening me and treating me as if I had done a terrorist attack, but there were others who really followed me through my act and appreciated me. In the other aspects of my life, I was known as a very kind and generous person. Even that did not help me get past all the people going against me. With all of the threats, I had to make a tough decision on whether or not I was going to stay. I decided to move to Detroit, Michigan where I felt it was safer than being surrounded by deadly threats. In Detroit, my life was less stressful, and I didn’t have to worry as much about getting pushed around by
They took me and put me in jail until it was time for a trial. On the day of my trial, the city had made a new law that black do not deserve to receive any form of transportation to the court, and they shall find another way of getting there. The reason I had behind this act was the fact that I had been asked one too many times to give in for other people, and I was getting sick of it. Thereafter the trial had happened, I was able to leave jail and live out on my own. Throughout the town, many people had now recognized me for what I had done, but there were some that wouldn’t give up on trying to hurt me. Those people were threatening me and treating me as if I had done a terrorist attack, but there were others who really followed me through my act and appreciated me. In the other aspects of my life, I was known as a very kind and generous person. Even that did not help me get past all the people going against me. With all of the threats, I had to make a tough decision on whether or not I was going to stay. I decided to move to Detroit, Michigan where I felt it was safer than being surrounded by deadly threats. In Detroit, my life was less stressful, and I didn’t have to worry as much about getting pushed around by