But the government made the rules, so it seemed there was nothing we could do. 'Still I didn't understand why the world was unjust to black people. 'We had to drink from a separate water fountain, go to a different church, use a different public toilet. 'But everyone acted like there was a difference. I don't know, to me it seemed we were all the same. 'Everyone wore hats, went to work, ate lunch. 'I really didn't understand what possible difference the colour of your skin could make. 'At the bus stop, we had to stand in line, while the white people got to sit on a bench. 'Even when the black people seats were full, we weren't allowed to sit in the white section. 'In the waiting room, we had to sit in separate seats. 'At the town hall, black, or coloured people, as we were called, and white people had separate entrances. 'I started to see that black people were kept apart from white people in all sorts of ways. And what I started to see was that the fact that our skin was black and not white, made a difference. 'My grandfather would take me into town with him. Things that made me think that maybe the world wasn't quite right after all. 'I was just seven when I began to notice things. 'Everything seemed just right with the world. And he liked to spend his afternoons sitting on the porch, snoozing in the sun or telling me stories. I had to help out around the farm, and every morning I picked up eggs laid by the chickens we kept, that ran around our front yard. 'I grew up on a farm in Montgomery, Alabama. What happened to me, the story I'm going to tell, well, it was such a surprise to me, really, but. I was born in the year 1913, in the United States of America. I'm going to tell you something about my life.
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