Hi! My name is Melba Beals and I am currently in an all white school with soldiers protecting me. I am immensely skittish and nervous.
From my view, parents were emotional , reporters hung from trees taking tons of pictures for this eventful time, and many soldiers running up and down hills protecting us, black kids from danger while we were getting into a wagon.
We pulled up to the front of the school and I was shot with astonishment. Soldiers were on guard and we were all impressed by the imposing sight of military power and force.
After being amazed by the strong power of soldiers, the leader motioned us to move forward and into a doorway that opened up to a class. Right then, I felt mixed feelings. Both proud and sad. Proud that I lived in a country that would go far to bring justice, and sad that they had to go such great lengths.
I peer past the raised bayonets as I enter the school when I realized this was the place where angry segregationist mobs had forbidden us to go. As I enter the school and smell the scent of clean furniture, I say to my self, ''I'm gonna be okay.''