Towards the end of her life, Rosa Parks’ family would wheel her from event to event.
The mayor of the day would declare Rosa Parks Day and hold up a document or a key or something.
People would cheer and they’d get Rosa to smile and wave.
One of the family would speak on Rosa’s behalf, say that the country still had a long way to go, civil rights and slavery and profiting off of black suffering, yadda yadda.
Then they’d collect the check and load Rosa into the back of the bus.
And they’d drive to the next event.