Kelsie Hardester: My Story… On December 1, 1955 I was sitting near the black section of the bus. I was reading a book when I heard a commotion behind me. Behind me the bus driver was talking to a black woman, this interested me. I closed my book and leaned in to listen to their conversation. The bus driver kept telling the women to get up. He was yelling and appeared to be angry. He told her that he would have her arrested! This was ridiculous! I didn’t understand why someone would do all this for a bus seat. The bus driver then escorted the kind looking lady off the bus. She walked down the aisle with her head held high, and radiated confidence. That's when I understood why she did it. She was done being treated like dirt. That woman was
