Today I Teleported.
I visited Montgomery, Alabama in 1955. Yes, Of course, I went to see Rosa Parks, who do you take me for? I was even sitting next to her in the bus.
From the moment she entered the bus, I watched her like a hawk . I was waiting, rooting for her to act. I wanted to see and confirm how easy it had been for her to earn the title “Mother of freedom movement” so that I could come back and set the records straights!!!!
I watched her curiously when she sat down tiredly and leaned her head sideways on the glass window of the bus.
I saw the bags under her eyes. She wasn’t tired guys, she was dead exhausted.
I watched as a kid in Disneyland, with my unblinking eyes as a white lanky blonde looking man entered the bus 5 seconds after.
I watched with disdain as the bus driver told her and some 3 other black Americans unashamedly to give space, that is to move from their “black section of the bus ( 10 rows after the front seat) “ so that the white man could seat.
I watched with sadness as 3 black people shrunk, backed away and gave up their seats.
I brought back my attention to Rosa, she is a Goddess.
I watched with wonder as she fearlessly and vehemently declined.
I watched her with amazement as she claimed back her rights right in front of perpetrators.
I watched her in awe as she inspired dozens of her fellow black people to stay put.
I watched her as she was being shackled up, I watched her as she was being imprisoned.
I wanted to leave guys, it was too much but I couldn't. I kept following her.
I watched her in prison on the blink of giving up.
I watched her strong headed and unapologetic.
I watched her done with injustices.
I watched her never giving up.
I watched her as she sunk, and soared.
I watched her open-mouthed, I watched her with admiration, I watched her with tears in my eyes.
I saw her as she empowered her generation and a generation yet to come.
As I continued my visit, I came to a realization that even though the battle of abolition of slavery won on December 19th in 1865 was a huge achievement. It was only a small stepping stone in the whole civil rights movement of African Americans.
Rosa Parks,Martin Luther King,Colvin Claudette,Peter Spencer,Sojourner Truth,Malcolm X, all the unsung and sung heroes, now and yet to be heroes were all and still are the essence that drove, and will keep driving positive change in the world.
As I watched Rosa Parks, I had milliards questions but one stood.
Would I have been a Rosa Parks or would I have been the other 3 African Americans?
Although I don’t know who I would’ve been, I know without doubt who I want to be and that is a “Rosa Parks”. For me, that is someone who stands up for their rights, stands up for others, speaks their truth, someone who breaks the silence, and someone who changes the status quo.
Who do you want to be?