I’ve been sitting here for a few days, since news of her death hit the world media, trying to figure out how to say in words what this woman meant to me. I never got a chance to meet her, and I wish I had, just to thank her.
Now, days after her passing, I still can’t transpose my feelings into words. Suffice to say that Rosa Parks was one of the people I most looked up to. She lived a long, full life and stood for so many things I believe in at the core of myself that even when I disagreed with her, I admired her. The human race is better for her having walked the face of this world, and her death has left us poorer.
But she survived when many did not, and she never laid down the charge she picked up all those many years ago: to fight for what was right and what was good, to never give up the struggle, to never succumb to violence. This woman was not only a national jewel of inestimable value, she was a worldwide icon of what it means to have dignity and self respect, no matter who you are and no matter where you come from. Because of Rosa Parks and her lifelong devotion to freedom and equality, millions of people around the world now have a life they once could not have even dreamed of. She fought for those who couldnt, as well as those who wouldnt.
How do you say goodbye to someone like that?
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