Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

December 1st 1955
A woman name Rosa climbed aboard a bus and sat down after a long day of work.
Soon she was asked to move to the back of the bus.
But nothing doing.
She stayed put and thus a Struggle of Civil Rights was born that day.
Jim Crow's days were numbered.
He seen that the seat was no longer reserved for him and him alone.
Where could he go to live with his laws.
No where now that equality had shine down and made it fair for all.
Jim Crow has changed and changed for good.
Rosa had made that change.


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Honda Z50R

R.I.P. Jim Crow. You will not be missed.

Rosa just passed away.

I wrote a memoir about looking into a black men's bathroom when i was a little boy and saw purple speckled paint on the walls. it was a revelation!

Cool bus,man, thanks.

goodnight Rosa

a good life lived

a good write here

The thing for me, a white boy
from the shallow south
from a mixed-color family
from a decade or two after segregation (officially) ended
from a Christian/Marxist tension and/or faithlife
from a certainly privileged WASP position...
I was never really clear
(and that shouldn't strictly be in past-tense)
if Jim Crow himself was white or black
or perhaps biracial
or triracial
or if he's just glad to have been assassinated
or lynched
or slowly faded into a place
where some dumb fool
would one day
not even know what he physically looked like
but was hopefully conscious enough to recognize his scars
or at least to look for them
and maybe even try to kiss them
and try to make them well?