Remembering

"We drove from Nashville on down to Troy, Ala. That’s where John got off the bus. It was night. The bus stop was actually a gas station; it was dark; it was closed. And the bus driver had already shown his anger toward us.

John would be by himself, waiting for his ride. When we said goodbye; I remember thinking it could be fatal for him."

 From a N.Y. Times column:

The First Time John Lewis and I Integrated the Buses

We just got on and sat in the front row. The bus driver insisted that we move to the back. But we didn’t move.

By Bernard Lafayette Jr.

Dr. Lafayette is a longtime civil rights leader and activist.