My Friend Ruby

My Friend Ruby

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Eileen grew up in New Orleans with her mother, her father died in the Vietnam war in 1956. Eileen attends William Frantz Elementary School where she meets Ruby Nell Bridges Hall who is a six year old African American girl who moved from Tylertown, Mississippi. Eileen looks past color and creates a special bond with Ruby. Eileen later realizes that Ruby experiences bigotry, unfairness and discrimination. Eileen's mother finds out about their friendship and disapproves of their friendship. Eileen disregards her mother's wishes and with all the deprecations Eileen and Ruby both experience Eileen decided to write a book. She writes about her friendship with Ruby and her life.
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