As we go on we start at the bus station with Dr.King and an Attorney Fred Grey , the man who ran the buss's would not give in to our demands even the reasonable ones, so the boycott went on for another week, some white people tried to stop us but we didn't we couldn't, me and parks even lost our jobs because of it but we kept on marching forward, but to be honest me losing my job was like a blessing in disguise so i ended up working for the MIA. Violence started to worsen even more  we were threatened  Dr.Kings home was bombed  but we didn't stop even when we were all arrested.

Today I’ll tell you about how violence got worse, during this time when white soldiers came home from World War 2 they were treated well, but if you were an African American solder you would be treated even worse than before. There were so many cases about the violence against black soldiers. One of these many cases took place when there was were a black soldier who was sitting on the bus minding his own business when a white man hit him on the back of his head so hard his eyeballs popped out. But what worried me even more was that my brother was drafted in to the war. He was very disgusted that if you were an African American vet you could not vote and he was so confused about how that in other country’s skin color didn’t matter and that there were even mixed couples.  So he decided to move his family to Detroit. A little after that I started working with younger colored people to get them better rights and more freedom than what the older generation had experienced and we tried to get them better things to work with and give them a better life in the future.  I am happy to see now that all of our work was not for nothing and that now there is less hate in this world.

A little while after that Parks told me how confused and offended about how little African Americans were registered to vote, he was also mad that we had to have a white person vouch for us to vote after that I ended up joining the NAACP in which we met the president Nixon and we found out that he was one of the main supporters for voting African American citizens. I was a bit discouraged that I was one of the 2 women working there but that didn’t really affect me to badly, in fact I even became President Nixon’s secretary for the NAACP, but one day he said that “woman are supposed to be in the kitchen only” and secretly that kind of ticked me off so I told him,” then why am I here then?” he laughed and said “well you are a good secretary.” Sometimes his wife would come in but she would just sit quietly and watched sometimes I wondered why she came.  Well that’s all for today thank you for listening to my story

When I was a young girl I loved to read and learn things and I was a very smart child and I would always pick up on things, something I’m a bit sad about is that if you were an African American you would only go to school for 6 months and a lot of our education was stopped at grade 6, but thankfully my mother enrolled me in to a high school for African American girls. It was run by a white woman called Mrs. White. She came from the north so she didn't have a problem with colored people, but because she didn't have a problem and taught us her home was burnt down 3 times but she never stopped or gave in and she wasn’t scared off by other peoples hate and that is what she taught us at her school. Around the time the school shut down I met a man named parker, at first I would show no interest in him but as time went on we became good friends and he was the first African American activist I ever met. As I started to get more interested the more I started to fall for him, he was a kind good man who felt that everyone should be treated fairly to be honest he is the one who started me down the path that I was meant to follow.

Hello, my name is Rosa Parks and I am 60 years old and I will be telling you stories of my life. Well with every story there is a beginning and in this one it starts with my parents and how I grew up. I mainly grew up with my grandparents and my mother. My parents, Leona and James McCauley, My mother was a teacher and my father was a traveling carpenter. He and my mother had different ways, my mother wanted to stay in one place whiles my father wanted to continue traveling, I rarely ever saw him as I was growing up. After a while with being alone my father had us move in with his family, but after when my father left my mother herself didn’t feel a part of his family, so she took us to her parents’ house and we lived with them, after a little while my little brother Sylvester was born, I remember that he was quite a trouble maker in fact I got in most of the trouble for not telling on him.  Something I remember from back then is my grandfather having a raging hot hatred for white people grandma told us it was that after his parents died and after the freedom of slaves that an overseer took over the farm where he was living that the overseer beat him and tried to starve him and that a reason why he is alive is that the servants would feed him scraps and kept him alive.