Timidly, we get off the train. We hug our suitcases, fearful of pickpockets.… We are very reserved, for we have been warned not to act green.… We board our first Yankee street car to go to a cousin’s home.… We have been told that we can sit where we please, but we are still scared. We cannot shake off three hundred years of fear in three hours. — RICHARD WRIGHT, 12 Million Black Voices
