Post 7

One day I was walking home from work and there was a riot going on. I was confused because people from the same color was hurting each other. I didn't understand why they would  do that. Then I finally heard that Martin Luther King Jr. had been assassinated. I was shocked but I wasn't angry. I couldn't believe it but I couldn't bring myself to cry about it. The people that migrated from the South wasn't as hurt as the people in the North. But five years ago, once I heard that John F Kennedy died,it  devastated me. He was a really good man. I just wondered why would someone kill our president.

Post 6

I finally reached New York. I am so tired. I forgot where my aunt lives. New York was so confusing for me. The streets were numbered. But I remember my friend's address so I went there. He told me that maybe I need to relax so I decided to take a bath. Once I got in the bath I remembered where my aunt lived. I hopped out the tub so fast and went to her house. I was staying in her living room until I got a job to earn money so I can get my own apartment. Fortunately, mostly everyone was away at war so it was easy to find a job. I worked on trains as a waiter. The white men called me "boy" but I didn't care. I was in New York and I was free. Free from Eutis, Florida.

Post 5

As I was on my way to New York, I couldn't help but think that my own people were mad at me because I was trying to help them make more money. I was angry. But most of all I was hurt. I was hurt because all I was trying to do was help them make more money. Now, I have to leave my wife and my father. I HELPED THEM EARN MORE MONEY IN  A DAY THAN THEY MAKE IN A WEEK. But at the same time I was happy I was getting out of Eutis, Florida. It is like I was getting a new life. I left for New York on April 15,1945 (my birthday.) As I was on the train dozing off, I said to myself that, I will never go back to Eutis, never.  New York here I come.