The diary of a hero from the 1960s

This is an essay I had to make in school, I made it over the picture the problem we all live with. I made a little diary, the black girl’s diary. I hope you will look at it and tell me what you think about it.

"Niggers do not have the right to go to a white school."
Mary used to go to a normal school but now she is being transferred to a whole new school a white school, in her diary she tells us about her last day at her old school and how the new school is. Will it all be good or will it all be hatred?

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1. The diary of a hero from the 1960s

The diary of a hero from the 1960s

05-11-1962

 

Dear Diary.

Today it is a hard day for me because it is my last day at my school, I do not want to say goodbye to all of my friends but on the other side I cannot wait to see my new school, mom says it is one of the best schools in town, I just hope the students are sweet to me too. I have made a gift for Anni I will give it to her in school today, I hope she will like it, if I tell you what it is then please don't say anything to anyone, I have made a necklace, I made it myself I am really proud of it. I will go to my last day at school I will write about it as soon as I get home bye diary keep hidden if anyone comes in.

 

05-11-1962

 

Dear Diary.

I promised I would write as soon as I got home and here I am writing to you. I had my last day it was sad, I would lie if I said that I did not cry because I did especially when everyone came up to me and gave me a big group hug, they showed me that they cared about me. I still have tears in my eyes but I am sure they will fade away soon when my excitement for the new school comes knocking on my door. I gave Anni her present when we walked home from school, the smile on her face told me that she really liked it, her words made me cry again out there on the dirty streets ”you are the best Mary I will miss you.” It was the best thing that happened today it was also a very good way to say goodbye but we promised each other that we will play together in the weekends, we already planned Sunday, now I have two things this week to look forward too, my mom is calling from the kitchen I will be right back.

 

I am back. Mom told me that tomorrow I will be picked up my some men’s called US Marshals, she told me they are like the police so I have nothing to be scared about, why should I be scared for going to school, when I walked to school this morning I did not have policemen’s walking me. She also said that dad would be home late because of overtime at his work, I will not see him before tomorrow after my first day at the new school, it is not fair for him or for me that he needs to work all of the time, I would wish that he could just say that he could not do overtime today but mom says that he can not to that, I thought you could, never mind I will go to bed now I am tired and I need to be up early sleep well bye Diary.

 

06-11-1962

 

Dear Diary.

I just came home from my first day and I have a sad announcement to make, the policemen came to walk me to school, they were big and looked very serious, they also looked a bit scared somehow I do not know why, they should not be afraid of me but I doubt that they were. We walked to school and we came to this big road, I was not the only one walking with those policemen’s, behind me and in front of me two other children walked with four of their own, we had all something in common we were darker in the skin than the policemen’s. There was people on the other side of the road throwing things at us, apples and tomatoes some even held up signs with awful words niggers do not have the right to go to a white school I did not know at that time that I were going to a white school my mom only told me that it was a better school but it made sense all of the sudden. It somehow did not scare me away I thought that the kids would be sweet but I made a bad mistake. The other girls at school they did not talk to me they did not even look at me and if they did they would look like if they had hatred to me. The boys yelled awful things to me, they yelled. You do not belong here, my dad says blacks are poor are you poor? Black girl, we do not like blacks and even more awful things, I tried to just ignore them but I could not, I ran home and here I am sitting with tears everywhere, I hate my new school, it is a good school with good teachers but I have no friends, I want to go back to my old school, Anni and all of my friends. Mom says that it will be better after some days but I do not believe her, I should but I do not, not after what I was witness for today.

Tomorrow I will go back to my old school, I was happy there and I want to be happy again I hope you understand. My dad just came home I will talk to him about it now.

 

I just talked with my dad, he got sad about it when I told him everything, he told me he would like for me just to give it a change so I will, but only one. Goodnight. I will pray for a better day tomorrow.

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