A L O H A !
Fifty years ago
yesterday,
over 250,000 civil-rights
marchers came to Washington DC.
To march for jobs, voting rights,
and social equality.
The marchers, from all over America,
heard Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.'s
“I Have a Dream” speech that day.
But the TV news cameras
had already left.
Those famous words were NOT
in the written speech,
or prominently reported.
Majorities of white Americans
around that time told pollsters
they thought that
Dr. King
was a troublemaker.
" - We would do well to recall
that day itself also belonged
to those ordinary people
whose names never appeared
in the history books,
never got on TV.
Many had gone to segregated schools
and sat at segregated lunch counters,
had lived in towns where they couldn't vote,
in cities where their votes didn't matter.
There were couples in love who couldn't marry,
soldiers who fought for freedom abroad
that they found denied to them at home.
They had seen loved ones beaten
and children fire- hosed.
And they had every reason
to lash out in anger
or resign themselves to a bitter fate.
And yet they chose a different path.
In the face of hatred,
they prayed for their tormentors.
In the face of violence,
they stood up and sat in
with the moral force of nonviolence.
Because they marched,
America became more free
and more fair,
not just for African-Americans
but for women and Latinos,
Asians and Native Americans,
for Catholics, Jews
and Muslims,
for gays,
for Americans with disabilities.
America changed
for you and for me.
And the entire world
drew strength from that example, "
President Obama
Yesterday,
50th anniversary
of the March on Washington
50 years. Half a Century.
It has been a long road.
I was glad to be a child,
too young to face the terrors
of a ride a bus through angry counties,
to register voters, to face police dogs,
spittle, shouts, shots, fire, explosion,
like Goodman, Schwerner and Chaney
had. Link
Thank You for sharing my memories,
for listening to my experience
of history;
and thanks for
sharing Your Own!
Your Friend, cloudia
Thank You for sharing my memories,
for listening to my experience
of history;
and thanks for
sharing Your Own!
Your Friend, cloudia