Boycott Essay

If I met them, I would not say anything to them. Why should I? I’m sure they are busy doing other things that are obviously more important to them than a few words by a mixed mutt of a 19 year old female. I would rather just watch them at work, observing what they are doing. Participating silently, unheard, unnoticed. The boycott applies to me as a Black Puerto Rican, so of course I would not ride the buses. I would do what I need to do, ride a bike, walk, or whatever.
It isn’t very frightening for me to have to walk all the time. I’m not a party gal, so it isn’t as if I’m going to be out late or whatever. They Caucasians aren’t going to force me or anyone else to take the bus, in fact they are happy we aren’t cluttering up their space. I don’t drive and I don’t have a car so as I have aforementioned, my only means of self-reliant transport is walking and riding a bike which I’m use to doing anyway. This boycott really isn’t much a change from my normal life. I fully support Martin Luther King’s decision to get the Black community to start making some demands.
I don’t have many friends to discuss anything and I certainly am not an orator. So I’d much rather make my contributions to our uprising through my words using literature. I’ve just applied for a position at the Amsterdam Newspaper and I am willing to use whatever editorial privileges I get to speak out personally of our current situation regarding the boycott.  I’ve not much else to say seeing that I am only half into the entirety this all. Even though I’ve explained my part in this, I still have mixed emotions and I am not positive as to whether I’ll put anything outrageous in the newspaper. Only time can tell, yeah?