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Personal Narrative: My Normal Cleveland Avenue Bus

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One day, I was coming home from a movie in the city and I had just gotten on my normal Cleveland Avenue bus. It was December 1, 1950 and I had been riding the bus for about five minutes. Since I was a white man, I always sat in the front of the bus. We were about to make our next stop and before we stopped I noticed a few black women about to get on. When she got on the bus and walked pass me, I looked at her and could tell that she was not an old women. She was in her mid forties and looked very healthy and well. I continued to watch her. I didn't know what it was about her but she really inspired me and seemed different from anyone else I had ever seen before. She sat down in the first “Black” section of the bus, and then we started to move
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