Moving to Detroit!

My brother moved to Detroit after he got out of world war 2.He never came back to Alabama to visit us at all. He always said he would come see us after he got settled. So we decided to pick up and move to Detroit also. I got a street named after me in Detroit!  It’s called Rosa Parks BLVD. There was a memorial for all the people that passed. All 40 men and women’s names were engraved into a talc table, and the table was put by a curved wall. Thanks for reading my story. I hope that they helped you.

Bus rules.

Drinking Fountian. N.d. Photograph. Just Jane. Web. 2 Feb. 2013. <http://revjanepage.blogspot.com/2011/05/white-in-south-can-i-get-witness.html>.

On December 8th the bus company denied any blacks to drive the busses. They said first comes first serve. The boycott lasted over two weeks. No one knew when it was going to end. The whites did everything to stop it. The whites thought that us blacks didn't deserve to boycott and stand up for ourselves. I wish that I could have just one day where I wouldn't be treated different than whites. Then I could lay down at night with a smile. I only wish that my children and their children on from that don’t have to go through what I have gone through. Those that are reading this please help us make a difference in our life’s.

Martin Luther King Jr.

I have seen Martin Luther king. He is a very inspiring person. He is strong and he speaks strong words. He knows how to make people be their own people and not hate blacks because the other people don’t like blacks. He wants to all be our own person. He wants us all to be leaders and not followers.  I feel like he is my hero because he stands up for what he knows is right. Martin Luther was the one man that inspired me to be my own person and not be afraid to stand up for myself.  I just want to say thank you Martin Luther King Jr.

My brother going into the war.

My brother went and fought in war. He wasn't use to white people treating blacks different. When he came back all the white people had no respect for him even though he fought for their lives and risked his own life for them. One day a man in a window seat stood next to me. I moved to let him pass by me and then I looked across the aisle and saw that two women were also standing. So I moved to a window seat. I couldn’t see how standing would make it lighter for her. The more we complained the worse we got treated.

Mean bus driver.

 There was a very mean bus driver. He would make the blacks get in on the back on the bus through the back door. Even if a black got on the front. He would make them get off and go around and get on the back. Now I will tell you about a black man getting accused for rape a white girl yelled rape and said that the man raped her. He didn't.  The judge said that he did. He had a life sentence. He would write poems in jail. I got all his poems. I was hoping that they would talk about that he didn't do it but they were all just about how he missed his family. After a while he was injected and killed.

Voting.

Today I went to vote, and I was hoping they would let me vote. I was going to ride the bus today. I looked, and it was the mean bus driver. He was the one that made blacks get on the bus through the back emergency door. I got on through the front, and the driver had asked me to get off the bus, so I acted like I dropped my purse. Then I sat down and acted like I was picking it up. One day I was looking through the newspaper, and I saw that a man had been accused of rape. A white girl had said that 6 black men had raped her. She was out in the woods, and she yelled rape, and told the court that the black men had raped her. One man got a life sentence. He wrote a lot of poems in jail. I got all of his poems. I was hoping that he would talk about how he didn't rape the girl, but all he talked about was how he missed his family. After a while he had sat in jail, and then they decided to inject and kill him.

Where it all started.

Hello! My name is Rosa Parks. I am known for standing up for black people in 1995. One day on December of 1995 I was sitting at the front of a city bus. I was in the front in the so called White section. The bus was starting to get full and more white people were getting on the bus. The bus driver told me to move to the back of the bus and I said no. I was tired of being treated bad because of my color. I then the bus driver had to police come and they were arresting me. I asked the police officer why he was so pushy and he replied with imp just doing my job.
blacks and whites seperated even by water fountians