One cop grabbed one of my hands and his partner grabbed the other and they pulled me straight up out of my seat. My books went flying everywhere. I went limp as a baby—I was too smart to fight back. They

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One cop grabbed one of my hands and his partner grabbed the other and they pulled me straight up out of my seat. My books went flying everywhere. I went limp as a baby—I was too smart to fight back. They started dragging me backwards off the bus. One of them kicked me. I might have scratched one of them because I had long nails, but I sure didn't fight back. I kept screaming over and over, “It’s my constitutional right!” I wasn’t shouting anything profane—I never swore, not then, not ever. I was shouting out my rights. —Claudette Colvin: Twice Toward Justice, Phillip Hoose What does the reader learn from reading about Claudette’s experience from her first-person point of view that an observer would not see? One cop grabbed one of her hands. She knew not to fight back. She had long nails. One of the cops kicked her.