A black lady sat on a bus.

No, not Claudette Colvin.  The one who came nine months later, on December 1, 1955.  Yeah, Rosa Parks.  The lighter-skinned one.

That whole thing was planned, you know.  Rosa Parks (who died in 1995) wasn’t a nobody; she was an activist. She knew the bus driver too.  Knew him to be a real jerk.  It was supposed to spark a one-day boycott, but it kind of snowballed.  In a good way.

That was sixty years ago.  The struggle isn’t over.