Mrs Parks and Mr Parks, his name was Raymond, by the way, but she always referred to him as "Parks". He was 10 years her senior and she just thought it respectful and endearing to refer to him as "Parks". He was indeed the love of her life. But together, they worked at odd jobs. I don't mean side-by-side, but he would do odd jobs and she would do domestic jobs, or she would take in sewing or she would go to the person's home to do sewing.

That was how she and Virginia Durr became such good friends. She sewed for Mrs Durr and her family and they became good friends at that time. And Mrs Durr, in fact, encouraged her to go to Highlander and paid her way. And that was the first time that Mrs. Parks had been in an integrated situation, where everyone was equal. The people of colour were not serving the white people. But everyone was equally yoked. Everyone helped clean up, everyone helped cook. Everyone helped set up the classroom, everyone contributed to the dialogue. It was where she really saw the "beloved community", the term that Dr King used. She saw that, wow, you know, we really can live as one. So that motivated her reinvigorated her. And not long after having had that experience at Highlander was when December 1 1955 occurred. The rest is history.