Sue Little Flower is one of my heroes. She lives and works at the Catholic Worker House called Little Flower not far from my communes.
This is a link to her most recent blog post on Rosa Parks, and why the myth around her is disempowering rather than inspiring. BUT i do have a piece of advice, if you ever get arrested with Sue (which i did a few years back) don’t step in front of the magistrate right after her, because the powers that be are going to be in a rip-roaring bad mood having just wrestled with this activist with a very long (and inspiring) arrest record.
I don’t like to say “never” because, well, you never know. So I guess I tend to operate in a sort of hopeful fatalism, which is why the powerful introduction to Rosa Park’s new autobiography, The Rebellious Life of Mrs. Rosa Parks was such a downer. I was looking up Rosa Parks not because it’s Black History Month, nor because I’d heard of the book, but because I’d overheard my 15-year-old daughter and her 16-year-old friend (both offspring of life-long political activists) say, “Who’s Jessie Jackson?” during a game of Apples to Apples.
That’s when I realized that because my two oldest kids had gotten so vocally opposed to being bombarded with ”alternative history” that we’d backed off too much. So, preparing for a new homeschooling class, “essays on our important people”, had led me to the inspiring, yet devastating introduction. In describing the unprecedented commemoration of Rosa Parks during…
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