... on a mountain in Tennessee, Union organizers met in the 1940s and 1950s to promote adult education programs and union causes. The Highlander School, despite being located right smack dab in the middle of Tennessee, invited people across ethnic lines to it's grounds. And people came from all over the country. For the first time blacks and whites lived and worked together as God's children, equally. Something they'd always desired to do, but never thought possible.
This would inspire them to take that spirit back home to their communities and challenge the existing social order. One young woman in particular was especially moved. She went back home to Alabama and decided she was tired of being treated like a second class citizen. Tired of being welcomed into white people's homes (through the back door of course) but not into their restaurants. Because of the training and education she got at the Highlander School, she decided one day that, no, she would NOT give up her seat to the white man that demanded it from her.
She was tired .... not just from a long day's work, but from a lifetime of oppression.
I know this because it was at Highlander that my father came to know Rosa Parks.
And where he came to be involved in the Student Non-Violent Coordinating Committee because it was to that mountain in Tennessee that a young preacher from Montgomery would travel .... and students from all over the south would travel.
Someone once said that a voice can change a room and a room can change a world.
And you can find those rooms in the oddest places.
It must be something about this neck of the woods that fosters that kind of thing.
Any of y'all wanna come visit me and help me push back the teabaggers?
(I'm sorry, I realize this doesn't answer your question, but your post got me to thinking.)