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The Legend Of Rosa Parks

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My Story It was January 17, 1955. I was a white, young, American girl riding the Cleveland Avenue bus on my way home. We stopped two stops before mine, when a black woman got on the bus and sat in the seat behind me. I later learned her name was Rosa Parks. We hit the last stop before my stop and a very large group of working men and women from the factory across the street got on the bus. Everyone sat down and one man was left standing. A tall and muscular built man was left standing, so the bus driver told every black person in the front section to get up and move to sit or stand at the back of the bus. Everyone moved but that Rosa. When the bus driver saw her not move from her seat to make room, he asked her if she was planning on getting

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