On the recordJanuary 1, 1903
He felt angry now when men did not call him “Mister,” he clenched his hands at the “Jim Crow” cars, and chafed at the color-line that hemmed in him and his.
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This passage describes the protagonist John's personal experience with the indignities and frustrations of racial discrimination in the American South.
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