Before Rosa Parks, I had never thought much about black peoples living conditions, of course I knew that we were segregated, in possibly too many ways, but I never thought twice about why we were better than them or at least that was how we saw our self, how some people still see them self. I remember as a kid if we saw a black person on the street, my parents would always take a step to the side and pull me in close, never asking why. Of course, there was not any black kids in my school and my parents did their best to keep them out of my life. I have never learned or heard much about the environment they lived in was, the only place I must have heard about it was in school. But I never did listen much, but maybe I should’ve, maybe I should have asked my parents why it was the way it was, perhaps if that were the circumstances I would have reacted differently, I could have stood up for her, but again I would not be brave enough to do that, however I would have understood her.
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