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.