’s Head During The Civil Rights Essay, Research Paper
It is the year 1960 and We colored folks want equal rights. My name is Jason
Davis and I am 25 years old and I work with the NAACP and with the non
violent act committee. Here I am marching downtown with 50,000 other
blacks. We are not marching to the capitol though. We are walking to the
lunch counters downtown that only whites can sit at. My legs are loose and
there is butterflies in my stomach. I can tell that the man next to me feels the
same way. Lots of white people are staring at us as we walk by.
We approach the outskirts of the downtown of Jackson. I can see most
people sweating on this hot Mississippi day. I walk by a little hamburger
stand and I can smell the aroma of the hamburgers. ?Those smell good,? a
boy next to me says. I keep walking. It seems to me we will never get there.
At 1:00pm I see a restaurant with a sign that reads: NO COLORED
ALLOWED. A man comes up to me and says, ? Son, I want you to go in the
first wave of men here.? I am tingling inside but say okay and walk in with
the 10 other black men. It goes quiet and I am shaking all over and praying.
We sit down and I Ask for a cup of coffee. The w
ignores me and says, ?get out of here ya Negro!!!? I look to the man beside
me and he does not move so I stay put. I hear the door slam and it is a mob of
angry white men. They are saying nasty word and I don?t budge. Then I feel
a slime on my head. One of the men is pouring ketchup on my head and I feel
like slamming him but I keep my cool. The other men are also being harassed
but not budging. I here a bottle break and I see the man next to me go down
hard but I stay.
After about 5 more minutes of this I hear a siren outside. It is the
police. I close my eyes and I start to pray. Men are yelling at me and then all
of a sudden I am grabbed from my chair and handcuffed and I can see the
same thing is happening to the other men. We are dragged through the crowd
of colored folks and they are cheering and I can see that 11 more black
people have sat at our spots and are sitting there. I am thrown into the police
van and the doors close and it is dark. My heart is pounding but I feel like
jumping for joy. As the police are taking me away I think, ?I will be back!!? I
then start laughing for joy and the others break in too.
I wrote it myself