In Honor of Martin Luther King Jr.

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“I have a dream,” he said so long ago that it echoes through history. Now it seems like it just may have been a dream. A beautiful dream it was: “I have a dream that one day that little black boys and little black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls…as sisters and brothers.” How can we now look at one another and say such hate? Was his dream, his sacrifice for nothing? I see it now and it’s dying. The dream he had so long ago is slowly fading and I fear the day in which that dream’s light is extinguished by the hate and the ignorance of our faults. So he said, “Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.” How can we live our nation’s sacred creed if we are not united?  He announced, “I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed – we hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal.”

How can we truly be equal if we do not see past what has happened so very long ago, for so he spoke, “I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave-owners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood.” The antipathy is an infectious disease that is killing the dream that he had in mind. We, on both sides, are the ones who spread it throughout our country like cancer that destroys the body. I believe that this dream can last and be effective if people put efforts and their hearts into it.

I use the words of a man that has long since passed, but his words still echo all around; we have but forgotten its true voice. As he said so long ago, “When we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual: ‘Free at last! Free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!’”