Going Deep inside myself

It's raining. I have always loved the rain. It is quiet and peaceful. Whenever it rains, I sit and think about as much as I can. There is never enough time to think during the day. Everything moves so quickly nowadays and if your too slow, you can miss it all. It's times like these when I get to thinking about Mr. Plessy, and I wonder what's become of him since they have carted him off to jail. He should have known better than to sit in the Whites Only car! He was Colored! But, he was only one-eighth colored. I was never one who excelled in Mathematics, but I am certain that one-eighth is not a large amount. Perhaps, they should have let him sit in the Whites Only car due to the fact that so little of him was Colored. Mr. Plessy makes me think harder than I ever had in my life, and I find myself going deep inside myself to find the moral truth. I have always view Coloreds as an inferior race. Weren't they brought across the seas to serve us? I now think that I might have been wrong. Coloreds are people too and they have feelings and ideas that they can share to make the world better. Perhaps we would all get along better if we sat down and tried to interact with one another. Maybe....