That unknown saint, Rosa Parks.
There aren't many things that will surprise me anymore, but when somebody comes to me and tells me that in seeing a funeral memorial service this is the first time he heard of Rosa Parks, you're going to have to lift my jaw off of the floor.
I launched a five-minute cross examination on this person to find out if he was serious. Not that he would make the type of joke involving the feint of ignorance of one of the pivotal players in the civil rights struggle, but it strained credulity that any school system in this modern age would neglect in teaching anything about Rosa Parks -- not even the worse of the schools in Chris Rock's mind:
I really lost some coherence once I realized he was serious. I think I used words like "scholastic malpractice" to describe my thoughts on it, but I really was at a loss of words on this.
I launched a five-minute cross examination on this person to find out if he was serious. Not that he would make the type of joke involving the feint of ignorance of one of the pivotal players in the civil rights struggle, but it strained credulity that any school system in this modern age would neglect in teaching anything about Rosa Parks -- not even the worse of the schools in Chris Rock's mind:
"Who was the woman who refused to get up and leave her seat on the bus?"
"Are you sure it was a woman? Oh, I know... Martina Luther King!
I really lost some coherence once I realized he was serious. I think I used words like "scholastic malpractice" to describe my thoughts on it, but I really was at a loss of words on this.