"Mister, do you think you could get the driver to slow down? He's going to get us killed."
This from a worried young black man dressed in a suit who had been sitting in the back of the bus.
The young man had first asked the driver to slow down and was told to "sit down or ring the bell and get off the bus." Then he turned to me. I was sitting up near the driver.
Did I mention it was 1954? In East Texas?