MY FATHER-IN-LAW, Roy Hubert Summerford, was a man's man, but he loved his daughter as much as any man could love a child. In my eyes, he was a gentle giant. Brought up in the blue-collar community of Chisholm in north Montgomery, Alabama, he was surrounded by racism most of his life. But, as far as I know, he never displayed a racist trait. Neither did he simply look the other way. On the other hand, he did not try to change that world. However, he did pass along something to his daughter Vivian, me, and his grandchildren that changed us all.
In the early 1970s Hubert read in the Montgomery Advertiser that the city bus company would soon scrap several buses that were no longer used to transport riders. From the gossip among the mechanics at the Montgomery bus station, he discovered that one of the buses was the vehicle on which Rosa Parks had been riding when she was arrested on December 1, 1955. As far as the other mechanics were concerned, it was good