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Remember the Champions
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Remember the Champions "Sit at the back," said the bus driver. He was white; being black I had to sit at the back. As I was walking down the aisle to the back seat, I stumbled, and with a loud thump, I fell flat on my face, and the passengers burst out laughing. I looked back and saw a white student's leg spread across the aisle. It was my first year in college, and it had already started like this. I helped myself up and sat in the back seat. "Don't worry they always do that, just don't pay any attention to them, and watch yourself, it's dangerous with all these whites." "Tom Robinson nice to meet you" "Will Houston" I said shaking hands with Tom. I told how this was my first in America, and that I was originally from Africa. On the way the whites sitting in...
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