could teach us about people who refused to accept injustice while telling me that my grandmother’s experiences didn’t matter.”
Mr. Reynolds shook his head.
“That is not exactly what happened.”
Daniel raised his hand again.
“It is what happened, sir. We all heard it.”
Another student spoke.
“He also said Emily was making the class uncomfortable.”
Then a girl near the window added quietly, “She wasn’t the only one who felt uncomfortable.”
Sarah looked around the room. Several students were nodding.
But she still didn’t understand one thing.
“Emily, sweetheart, why did you refuse to stand even when the principal came?”
Emily stared at her desk.
“Because I remembered something Grandma told me.”
Sarah sat down beside her.
“What did she tell you?”
Emily reached into her backpack and pulled out a small, worn photograph.
It showed an elderly woman standing outside a public building, holding a handmade sign. Her
