June 7, 1892

I boarded the train this morning to test the Separate Car Act. I boarded the train and sat in the white-only first class car. I sat down and began to read Tales of the Grotesque and Arabesque by Edgar Allan Poe, which by the way is a fantastic book. As I am just starting a new chapter, I see the looming conductor from the corner of my eye. I began to get a little nervous. After that everything happened so quickly. The conductor asked me for my ticket and I handed it to him. Then I mumbled, "I am only 7/8 white." He looked up and told me to move to the next car or get off. I confidently shook my head from side to side. He began to get angry and he told me to move or he would call the police. I held my ground and the conductor left. For a moment, I was alone in the car. Then the conductor returned with another train worker, who escorted me off the train. Now, I am in sitting in a police station awaiting arrest. I am proud of my actions, no matter what happens.