Long ago, when this bitch was a wee bitch, my ass was told the story of Rosa Parks. My parents, who came of age during the Civil Rights Movement, took great care to instruct their chil’ren on our history and how our rights were won or not won. As a result, a bitch has always known that there was a time before Montgomery and after Montgomery, before the bombings and after the bombings and before Rosa Parks and after Rosa Parks.
Rosa Parks went on to her sweet reward yesterday at the age of 92.
A reflection on a life…
Rosa Parks did not end racial segregation in America. She stood up and told it to kiss her black ass.
Rosa Parks did not call for a boycott. Her actions justified a boycott and her courage demanded it.
Rosa Parks did not force black and white citizens of Montgomery to boycott the buses for 381 days. She stood as a motivation and an inspiration…if she could be so courageous how could anyone turn away from a protest in fear?
Today a bitch left my house in a racially integrated neighborhood, drove to work at a lesbian owned business, sat down across from my white male colleague and began my day. At lunch a bitch went to a local café and picked up sandwiches…my ass entered through the front door and was not refused service.
Rosa Parks and those that her actions inspired knew a world where those simple things were not possible. Because of them, this bitch knows a world where my simple life is the minimum expectation.
A bitch will not mourn Rosa Parks, but my heart does weep a bit for those who do not walk through the doors others shed blood to break down…
This bitch will remember the woman...the black woman...the powerful black American woman that was and is Rosa Parks.
A bitch can see her...head held high, shoulders back and eyes fixed on what can be rather than on what is.