Below is an excerpt from Day 26:
(only four days to go)
(only four days to go)
Young Abe Lincoln, after a full day of plowing and rail splitting, lay in front of the small cabin's fireplace with one leg propped upon the raised knobby knee of the other one, reading from The Life Of George Washington. Abe seemed to be ignoring the women talk of his step mother, Sarah and the visitor, the brown-skinned lady who had been introduced to him as Rosa Flores, a friend of the school teacher. On the puncheon floor beside Abe's long, skinny, reclining frame lay an opened bible, from which he would occasionally refer.
"Abraham is a hard working young man," Sarah said to Rosa, "but he just has not a lick of ambition. He's satisfied to come in after work every night and read and read; why, he borrows more books than a body can shake a stick at; I swear he does."
"Is that true, Master Lincoln?" Rosa asked. "You lack ambition?"
Abe looked up from his book and said, "I reckon so; can't much blame a fellow, though; what with all the cussedness and politicking and such that goes on in the world. Them oratin' firebrands sure don't need my backwoods opinions to serve as kindling for more disputes."
"Maybe you could grow up to be a lawyer and help set the country to rights."
"Sounds like a lot of work to me."
"You might even someday run for congress, or the senate... or maybe you could be elected president."
Abe laughed out loud, and then said, "That's a good one, Ma'am."
Sarah laughed too, and said, "Abraham Lincoln for President of the United States. That's a good one, all right. Yes sir. That's a mighty good joke you just told."
Rosa extended a tendril, and said, "President of the United States. Yes. Why not?"
"Ha Ha Ha!" laughed Abe.
"Heh, heh, heh," laughed Sarah.
When Rosa Flores entered the city bus in Montgomery, Alabama on December 1, 1955 she found there were no available seats in the front, in the 'white' section. She sat down in one of the seats in the 'colored' section, the back of the bus, even though she did not see herself as colored. She realized, however, that some of the other passengers would see her dark brown skin as 'not white,' and that her choice of seats was appropriate.
Rosa noticed that one of the seats in the forward section was occupied by a weary looking black woman, and she silently applauded the lady for her forward looking attitude regarding racial matters.
Rosa allowed herself the luxury of peeping into the other lady's thoughts, and discovered to her delight that the lady shared her own first name. The lady's name was Rosa Parks.
Just then a white man got on the bus and walked up to Rosa Parks and demanded that she give him her seat.
The lady's thoughts were crystal clear to Rosa Flores.
'I always got to pay my fare and then go around to the back door... because so many times, even when you do that, you might not get on the bus at all. The driver'd probably shut the door, drive off, and leave you standing there.'
Rosa Parks, in her mind debated whether to refuse to give up her seat to that white man or to just give in as usual. Parks was so tired of the treatment she and others of her race received every day of their lives, what with the racism, segregation, and Jim Crow laws of the time. Should she give in? Or should she not?
Rosa Flores extended a psychic tendril. A tiny push...
Rosa Parks did not give in. She 'sat her ground.'
Martin Luther King, Jr. perhaps.