that word meant. "There's no space for you here the man said. He said he gave us credit when we didn't have eating money, so he expected us to pay without complaining. As usual we were separated from the white people, set apart in a wooded section away from the pool and the merry-go-round. Mother took me to the white hospital, which reluctantly treated the families of black men who worked on the railroad. Oh, yes, my child, you will." But as time passed without significant changes in my life, I was becoming increasingly anxious waiting for Ethiopia to stretch forth her wings. Maybe it was the festive colors and sounds that reminded me of a party. They quickly moved Conrad and me with them to a corner of the store.
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They ran the gauntlet between a rampaging mob and the heavily armed Arkansas National dream of Scipio Guard, dispatched by Governor Orval Faubus to subvert federal law and bar them from entering the school. A giant rubber plant stood just inside the front hallway next to tall mahogany bookcases that held the cherished volumes of Shakespeare, Chaucer, and Emily Dickinson, and of James Welden Johnson and Langston Hughes that Grandma and Mother loved so much. My room was a place for my stuffed animals to live and a home for my huge brown Raggedy Ann doll, the one Grandma India made for. "Some of your thinking is right, child. He looked it over. When I was five, I had my first true bout with testing the harsh realities of segregation. Next came the living room with its tattered, overstuffed green velvet chair and matching couch. In my diary I wrote: What if Grandma is wrong? Instead, they said, "Just give it time.".