Busing

I grew up in Norway, South Carolina. We immediately noticed that we had a lot of blacks, in that community. And that they were treated differently. Our school, I was 9th grade when we had our first blacks to come to school with us, and they rode our bus. They sat ’em on the front seats, it was a sister and a brother, and they sat ’em on the front seat, and somebody from the back of the bus threw a book and hit one of upside the head, right in back. And so the next day, the NAACP was there.  And the person who threw the book got expelled. You know, stuff like that’s going happen. It was strange to have that happen.

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