My Resisting Being Mistreated On The Bus

I Believe There Is Only One Race - The Human Race.

I'd See The Bus Pass Every Day… But To Me, That Was A Way Of Life; We Had No Choice But To Accept What Was The Custom. The Bus Was Among The First Ways I Realized There Was A Black World And A White World.

My Resisting Being Mistreated On The Bus Did Not Begin With That Particular Arrest…i Did A Lot Of Walking In Montgomery.

There Were Times When It Would Have Been Easy To Fall Apart Or To Go In The Opposite Direction, But Somehow I Felt That If I Took On More Step, Someone Would Come Along To Join Me.

You Must Never Be Fearful About What You Are Doing When It Is Right.