On my commute home this afternoon, I’ll fulfill my annual Martin Luther King Day tradition of taking 17 minutes every third Monday in January to listen to the “I Have a Dream” speech in its entirety. Some part(s) of it never fails to give me goosebumps.
Dr. King’s actual birthday was yesterday; he would have been 83 years old.
When I went to DC in 2009, my family went to the Lincoln Memorial at night. There is now a marker where MLK stood. A group of students was gathered around and an audio recording of the speech was playing. I stood by and listened too. It was something.
We drove by the MLK memorial Sunday night (MLK’s actual birthday) around 10pm, and granted it was a cold day, but I was a tad surprised to see that there was pretty much nobody there. This proves that America is still racist.
Heh.