Before today, Negroes couldn't even open an account at City Financial, much less work in one. But in just five short days, a noticeably dark skinned woman would be greeting customers at the teller's window, and in just two short weeks after that, the same woman would be depositing her first check into a new City Financial account in her name. "Let's see Marilyn do that," Marie thought, as she stepped out of the elevator in the vast banking hall on the main floor. She met the white customer's rude stares with a confident smile, and clutched her envelope against her chest as she stepped onto the marble steps outside the Washington building. She could hardly keep herself from skipping to the bus stop. She wasn't even irritated as she made her way to stand in the back of the bus, passing all the empty Whites-only seats on her way to stand with her fellow passengers. "They don't know what's going on," Marie thought, as she looked around at the sea of brown faces which surrounded her. "But soon they will. I'm going to make sure of it." The warmth of her goodbye to the driver when the bus reached her stop startled the driver, and even more unexpected was the sincere "Thank you," she said as she descended the steps to the street. The usually surly man