Monday, April 22, 2024

the last book I ever read (Satchmo: My Life in New Orleans by Louis Armstrong, excerpt one)

from Satchmo: My Life in New Orleans by Louis Armstrong:

It was my first experience with Jim Crow. I was just five, and I had never ridden on a street car before. Since I was the first to get on, I walked right up to the front of the car without noticing the signs on the backs of the seats on both sides, which read: FOR COLORED PASSENGERS ONLY. Thinking the woman was following me, I sat down in one of the front seats. However, she did not join me, and when I turned to see what had happened, there was no lady. Looking all the way to the back of the car, I saw her waving to me frantically.

“Come here, boy,” she cried. “Sit where you belong.”

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