A Silent Warrior

There it was, the same bus I rode every day. There he was, the proud driver, drunk with power over us—like a predator watching his pray. There I was, sitting just behind the white borderline. There he came the white man, stepping over the white line. I could not move; I would not move. I sat still and quietly refused to give up my seat. I clearly heard the proud man insisting But still, I would not move. I knew my actions were not permitted but, I knew my sense of justice was stronger. “I knew when I made that decision, I knew I had the strength of my ancestors with me.” I did not know that on this Montgomery city bus, A quest for freedom and equality would form. I did not know, that after a long day at work, I would change all of our lives. I did know, however, that this bus was among the first ways; The first ways “I realized, there was a black world and a white world.”