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Back to her seat. As the bus pulled away from the bus stop to continue to the Visitors’ Center, it was like a scene from the 1950’s. My Black family stood in the aisle, while five seats at the front of the bus remained empty. I heard my 18 year-old daughter say, “What the…”, stopping short of the natural profanity that should close that phrase, and my 12-year-old son looked at me, confused. I had no answers for my son, as I was still processing everything myself, so I turned around and looked at the other, predominantly White, passengers on the bus, many of whom had high-fived us and cheered us on along the trail, only to meet averted gazes and choked throat.
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