Whenever I walk up to the elevators in my building, sometimes there is an elevator waiting open, and sometimes I have to push the button to call for one. Regardless of whichever of those is the case, I can fairly easily say that it’s with a majority consistency; the very last elevators in the back of the corridor are the ones I end up having to ride. I like to call those last two elevators the Rosa Parks elevators; because they’re all the way in the back.
In honor of black history month, it’s time for yet another danny is a racist post, poking fun at double standards and ironic inequality.