The Last Black Americain

Chapter 1 My family

I woke up at 9:30 in the morning on July 18, 1918. My mom called me down for breakfast. It was Sunday, the day I was going to be accepted into the mormon church. The church was a huge part of my family, we were very active. I go to church with my friend Lucy, she is an African American, just like the rest of her family.

We aren't supposed to hang out with them, according to the Jim Crow laws, but we ignore them. I always thought that all people should be equal, man or woman, colored or not. "James hurry up, it's time to eat, you don't want to miss church!", My mom yelled from the bottom of the stairs.

"Coming!"; I yelled back. I ran down the stairs as fast as I could.

I lived in an old broken down wood house. It had a basketball court across the street outside. I had three sisters and four brothers, including me.

"Why did you take so long!" My mom, Miranda asked. "I was getting dressed!" I answered. "A-huh, liar!!"Said my little sister Clara, "I saw you sleeping in!" Busted., that is all I could think of. My mom always

wants us to not sleep in, especially on Sunday and 10:00 church.