It has been several years since I actually watched Martin Luther King’s “I Have a Dream” speech. More often, I read “Letters from a Birmingham Jail. Rewatching it this morning, I thought how far our country has come and how far they still have to go. I also felt a sadness not only for the death of Dr. King, but that I can can think of few public figures who, when they speak, I believe.
My daughter, who is off from school for the day, only knew that the day off was for “a nice man who died.” We talked a little about Dr. King and the Civil Rights movement. She had the hardest time understanding segregation: “But Mama, why would people not want to be with people?”