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The Invisible Color Line


The line was drawn, which no one ever saw, It was the doing of the devil's claw. The beatings, the meetings that came with unwelcome greetings, It was time for the Greensboro four to take a well needed seating. McCain, Richmond, Blair, and McNeil Were the four brave souls who sat down for a meal. February 1,1960, the movement begins Their names are memerable for being the four leading men. As they took their seats, everyone stopped and starred. The looks were blank, speechless, and even scarred. Today we all sit without any worries or thoughts. No looking over your shoulder, praying not to get shot. This movement is one of America's Greatest tokens. And the line that no one saw, was finally broken.
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