Civil Rights movement leaders once quietly congregated at Dooky Chase’s Restaurant.
They were hungry. Hungry for change. And Mrs. Leah Chase – otherwise known as the Queen of Creole – fed them.
They met quietly, discreetly walking up a set of stairs that led to a room out of sight from the main dining hall.
Whites. Blacks. Natives. Neighbors.
It was before the Civil Rights Act of 1964 passed, so they had to move inconspicuously.
Dooky Chase was one of the few places where whites and blacks could sit down together.
Pipe bombs and nasty notes from civil rights opposers couldn’t stop Chase and her army. She kept on cooking. Brewing. Inviting.