“No,” Rosa said. “I got on first and paid the same fare, and it isn’t right for me to have to stand so someone else who got on later could sit down.” “I’m going to have you arrested,” Blake seethed. “You may do that,” she told him.[4] Everything Rosa had done and seen had led to this moment. It wasn’t that she was tired from Christmas shopping or a long day at work. It was decades of organizing, of investigating rapes, of baking cookies to sell for someone’s legal defense. It was witnessing violence against people she knew and loved, it was a lifetime of feeling threatened and humiliated.
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