As Melba read the morning newspaper that Monday, what with all the changes, I thought maybe the headline would read, "Integration Halted Again". At least this time it seemed everybody was expecting us to arrive at Central High School and go inside for classes.
Central high was located on Park Street, stretching a two-block distance between Fourteenth and Sixteenth streets. Later, they pulled up to the side entrance at Sixteenth Street, just beyond Park.
"Move it, girlie."
"They got in. I smell something. . . ." "You n****** better turn around and go home."
The roar coming from the front of the building. White people kept on shouting anger constantly. They really hated colored people like Melba.
Hustled along, they walked up the few stairs, through the heavy double doors that led inside the school, and then up a few more stairs. Melba felt like it was like entering a darkened movie theater.
The color students were following the woman and it was hard for Melba to catch up to her. The white people kept shouting out hurtful things. Some were even throwing fists at Melba. Melba was dodging the fists while she was running. This one white students spit on Melba .
Mrs. Huckaby gave them there schedules and they don't have the same classes. They are separate from each other. So each class will have many white students and one colored student.