Nothing prepared Lilly Ledbetter for the anonymous note left in her mailbox one evening, decades into working at the Goodyear Tire plant. Not the man who had told her he took orders from a bitch at home and wasn’t about to take them from a bitch at work, or the boss who told her she could improve her evaluation by meeting him at the Ramada Inn. Ledbetter never found out who left the torn piece of paper with the tire room managers’ salaries. The men each made around fifteen thousand dollars more than she did. That’s when Ledbetter finally went to court.
