Growing up my parents didn’t explain what all the hatred was about. As far as I knew I thought Negroes were white people who drank a lot of chocolate milk. And when I tried to talk to one of them they seemed scared to reply or look at me for that matter. I was just trying to make some new friends. As I got older I had a couple colored friends. I never really paid any attention to why they didn’t go to my school. It never seemed to bother them. I guess they were used to it. …show more content…
We were about one third of the way through the year. Tuesday morning I was headed to school, once the school came in sight I could hear people yelling and chanting. There was a huge crowd gathered at the front door of the school. I asked around to see what was going on; one man told me nine Negroes were trying to join the school. I didn’t see a problem with that. At the main entrance I saw the governor telling the crowd which seemed to be the entire city that he would not let the Negroes enter the school. He had the National Guard there to stop them if they