I struggled as they carried me. But their grip was to strong.
“Let me go,” I hissed.
“Shut up,” one snapped. They threw me into the back of the car, and went to the front. Once they got in, they sped down the road.
“Why are you doing this?” I asked. One guy turned around to face me.
“Because you were breaking the law, and you must be punished,” he said simply. Them he turned back, staring at the road. I sighed. It’s just not right. What makes me different from them? I wondered.
Then the car jerked to a stop. The men got out, and opened my door. They grabbed me, and dragged me inside.
“What have we here?” the man at the desk asked.
“A black woman who refused to move for a white person,” one man replied. The guy at the desk looked at me in disgust.
“Alright. Pick any cell,” he said, and waved us away. I got dragged down the hall, and thrown on the hard cement floor of the cell.
“I just have one question. Why’d you do?” one man asked.
“Because I have a dream,” I replied.