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if God loves colored people so much, why would He make them wait until they were dead to get justice? Why not help them out right now?”
I’ve got to die someday, and I’ve always known, being a colored man, it was going to take more than a little luck to get my full three score and ten.
normal life, where I don’t have to work twice as hard for half as much, and the world just lets me be.”
From the moment I got off the bus? Was just walking around. Walking around this little town that I’d never been to before, that I knew nothing about, and that I hadn’t bothered to look up in any guidebook. And I just walked, and if I saw a shop that looked interesting I went inside; when I got hungry, I picked a restaurant; if I got tired, I found a place to sit down. And not once—not the whole day—did it occur to me to wonder if I was welcome. It just didn’t come up. The world let me be.

