Ain't gonna let nobody turn me Round



The book is a coming of age story and a personal account of the Civil Rights Movement in Hattiesburg, Mississippi, as witnessed and experienced by the author. It contains stories about the individual and collective struggle for equality in a small Mississippi town. The book features and honors those unsung heroes whose bravery and example contributed significantly to the movement. The book tells the story of a young boy whose life is influenced by the movement that contributed significantly to his development and coming of age from childhood to adulthood.

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Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)


North American (General) North American (US South)


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After inspecting one of the low rows of books, we each took seats at one of the long tables. Shortly afterwards, a tall, redheaded be speckled lady came to the table. I sort of knew that she was not coming over to welcome us to the library from the serious cow and printed on her beat red face. She stood at the end of the table with her arms folded and announced in a nervous library soft voice that was just loud enough for nearby white patrons and each of us to hear her every word. I'm sorry, but you people are gonna have to leave this building. And right now, when she was asked why, she said, Well, because the library is closing and you have to leave so we can lock the doors. When told that the post library hours indicate that the doors should remain open for several more hours, she nervously repeated her refrain. You people are just here to cause trouble now, I told you the library is closing. Besides, y'all is supposed to go to the color library anyway. If you want to use any books now, if you don't leave right now, I'm gonna have to call the police to get them to remove you, not wanting to be responsible for causing any harm that might result at the police tried to remove us. Miss Addicts told us to get up from our seats and to follow her out the door and back to her car. We followed her instructions, and somehow I knew as we were leaving through the glass front doors of the Caddies Bird Public Library that our young group of pioneers have both won and lost. We won because we were able to physically go inside a building that had always been closed. Two black kids. We lost because we were forced to leave the public library for no other reason but our race. I also left with the feeling that this would not be the last time I would go inside this library. Indeed, several months later, my friend bent in an I applied for there were issued official turquoise colored library cards with our own names and bows on a silver tap, a fix to the front of the car