REMEMBERING THE LEGACY OF MARTIN LUTHER KING JR.
I grew up in the segregated South at the height of the Civil Rights Movement. On our black and white television, I watched the March on Washington and often read in the papers about unrest, civil disobedience, and beatings of black protesters. I was young and I thought it had little to do with me. I was not discriminated against. No racial slurs were ever hurdled at me. I could go to any restaurant, store, or movie theatre I wanted. I had a good education in a modern school with plenty of books and supplies.
Although I lived in a white world, I can put myself in someone else’s shoes and imagine how it must have felt. The courage of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and others made it possible for barriers to come down. King urged the movement to remain peaceful although they were up against police with batons, guns, and tear gas. People died during the struggle. To this day, it remains an ugly blemish in the history of America.
In 2008, I thought racism was DOA when Obama became our first black president. I quickly found out how wrong I was. Today, I celebrated the life and legacy of Martin Luther King, Jr. at a black church in my town along with a diverse group who had one thing in common: LOVE. Oh, how we all felt the love, especially God’s love.
We fear what we don’t know. What we don’t know, we learn to hate. We need to build more bridges and less walls. Don’t you agree?