“My seat made a stand, and my quiet courage made a nation.”
An employee dressed in black waited in a tight room, concealed by heavy pink curtains, for an answer to the riddle Wednesday evening. Once given, she grabbed a keycard labeled “Rosa Parks” and pulled open the door.
Past an entryway lined with lockers, a bartender poured brandy. Ladies sat in plush chairs around the space and chatted. Femme tunes trilled in the background…