People were cheering while others were giving looks of disapproval. 12 others and I got on the bus that would take us from here all the way to New Orleans. The bus was going full of blacks and whites.
When we got on the bus, the ride was awkward for the first few days, but people soon got comfortable.
We were having a good time when the bus started to shake. We looked outside to find that they have slashed the tires and broken the windows. We needed help or else we would be in a lot of trouble.
The bus tries to flee, but the attackers give chase, halting it on the outskirts of town, then setting it on fire. They hold the door shut to burn us alive.
An undercover patrol officer is thankfully on board. He pulls his gun to force the Klansmen back, and we tumble off the bus just before the gas tanks explodes. Some of us are beaten with baseball bats to the head while other riders are also assaulted.
When we return we decide to fly to New Orleans instead. Bomb threats prevent the plane from taking off, and we are harassed by another Klan mob as we wait at the airport. Finally, the airline manages to get a flight off the ground and we reach New Orleans