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.
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