“As the story goes, a school bus transporting white elementary students passed their home every day, yet my grandmother had to drive my mother to the one-room school for African American children. She was angered and frustrated that her youngest child was not able to attend classes at the large brick building with a playground and library. She could not tolerate one more moment that a school bus passed their home every day and would not pick up my mother because of the color of her skin.
My grandmother Sarah was known for often speaking with their church pastor about the injustices and indignities witnessed in the community. She became more and more concerned about the circumstances still surrounding education, the inequalities experienced by African Americans in Delaware. She talked to him about how women struggled to be recognized for their contributions and that it seemed they had no power to make things better for their children.
She confided in the church pastor that she could no longer stand idly by while black people were being spit on and beaten to death just because they wanted to use the restroom, get a drink of water, or board a bus and get a public ride home.”