Rosa Parks Is My Hero

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She’s dead now.  Rosa IS my hero.

Rosa in Jail

Most of us don’t know this photo.

And FUCK YOU if you don’t know who that is..

You are right in the dullard class, the Cris Dillard, the Josh Tolley the Stacy ignorami…

Iditoti, that and you just stop reading here, cause you want people to steal from you.

Those few of us who were lucky enough to meet Ms. Parks and to know this wonderful woman, do.

And we can cry, yes, and we should. I just got to know her and I only can exalt.

Hell of a person.  Never asked for anything.  Never got anything.  If you asked Rosa before she died who I was she would not know.

No one actually knew Rosa in my small circle; let me explain, ’cause that chick rocked our world.

I met her once, in John Conyer’s DC office.  She was the black chick standing off to the side.  I went out of that office not knowing whose hand I’d shook.  I went back looking for her, and she was gone.

The person who told me whose hand I’d shook, well, she worked for the guy I worked for.  She knew what I did not.  I figured, John Conyers, black guy, congressman.  Hell, he had black people working there.  I could get in (yes, it WAS like that then).  Conyer liked John E. Moss, see?  See, it was like that then.  John E. Moss was a great guy.  Let some twerp idiot like me throw his name around, got me everywhere.  Even when I didn’t have a clue.

Mostly, had no clue.

So, Rosa.

I sure as shit wish someone had told me I met her.  I DID shake her hand, I remember that like it was yesterday,she was standing under this picture of friggin EIsenhower.  I kid you not.

This was John  Conyers office, and I worked for Moss.  I don’t wish to demean Mr. Conyers, but Jesus H,. Christ, she was standing under a pic of Eisenhower.

See, that’s why I shook her hand.  She was there.

It could have been anyone. Then I went into the inner sanctum, and  I delivered whatever stupid message an 18 year old could deliver on behalf of John E. Moss to John Conyers.

Then, I left, probably making a beeline to the basement, because, well, they fed us well and I’ve documented that.  I mean, I LIKE to eat.

So this lawyer lady was with me.  She had no real reason to be there except it was ordered  by the Chairman. That was determined the night beforfe.

So I walk out of there and I’m discussing what an SOB Conyers is an how I’ll report his ass to Moss and the lady says “Woah”. She asks if I know whose hand I shook under that picture.

She was a very pretty lady. She looked more like this, when I met her:

Rosa Parks

Who?

See, no one knew Rosa.  Although she was my personal idol, when I met her I was “too busy” or something like that.  Rosa was really, really cool.

No one really knew Rosa.  She said someithing to me like “glad to meet ya” and that’s probably what I said to her.  I mean, that’s Rosa Parks, I just did not know.

There are not too many photos going around, let me tell you this.  If you don’t understand, meeting this lady was the highlight of my life.  She woudln’t tell you she remembers me.  I sure as hell remember Ms. Rosa Parks.

See, I shook the hand and I never knew I was meeting my idol.  Rosa, RIP.

John P. Slevin

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