On a cool December evening in Montgomery, Alabama, a woman named Rosa Parks got on the bus to go home from work. She was a seamstress. She had been sewing all day, and her shoulders ached.
In Montgomery back then there was an unfair rule about where Black people were allowed to sit on a bus. When the bus filled up, the driver told Rosa to give up her seat and stand.
Rosa looked at him. And very calmly, very politely, she said no.
She did not shout. She did not run. She simply stayed exactly where she was, with her handbag in her lap, and let the world do what it would.
What happened next surprised everybody. All across the city, people decided that if Rosa could not sit down, they would not ride at all. They walked to work. They walked to church. They shared cars and wore out their shoes, in the rain and in the cold.
They walked for three hundred and eighty-one days. More than a year.
And in the end the unfair rule was struck down, and anyone could sit anywhere on the bus.
All of it began with one tired woman, sitting still, saying a very quiet no.
Goodnight. Rest those feet.



