Usually there is no step to help you climb on and often the car is a smoker cut in two and you must pass through the white smokers or else they pass through your part, with swagger and noise and stares.
W.E.B. Du Bois: “Usually there is no step to help you climb on and often the car is a smoker cut in two and you must pass through the…”
Editor's note · Context
This passage describes the uncomfortable and often degrading conditions faced by Black passengers on trains.
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