Roth Williamson

“Little Man turned around and watched saucer-eyed as a bus bore down on him spewing clouds of red dust like a huge yellow dragon breathing fire. Little Man headed toward the bank, but it was too steep. He ran frantically along the road looking for a foothold and, finding one, hopped onto the bank, but not before the bus had sped past enveloping him in a scarlet haze while laughing white faces pressed against the bus windows. Little”
― Mildred D. Taylor, Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry

“It was only then that I realized that Jeremy never rode the bus, no matter how bad the weather. As”
― Mildred D. Taylor, Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry

“flute. As I stood in the doorway, he lingered over it, then, carefully rewrapping it, placed it in his box of treasured things. I never saw the flute again. *”
― Mildred D. Taylor, Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry

“He was often ridiculed by the other children at his school and had shown up more than once with wide red welts on his arms which Lillian Jean, his older sister, had revealed with satisfaction were the result of his associating with us. Still, Jeremy continued to meet us. When”
― Mildred D. Taylor, Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry