human
Johnny. When inside, he arranged us in our seats, putting his hands on some of our shoulders to press us down into them. I did not realize that I was in a Southern state until I saw a big yellow card in this car marked
gpt
Coloured. Then I knew instantly that we were in a Jim Crow car. A coloured woman sat next to the window in my seat and by her look and little toss of the head and a quick nervous movement she seemed to say,
human
What are you doing here?
gpt
Haven't you a law in Virginia on the separation of the races.
human
Dere sho' is, boss--but you ain't no races. You is jest Dagoes, ain't you?