The truth is, I don't remember Dr. King. He was gone before I arrived, but I do remember his 'Dream.' It showed up in my life as schoolmates of all colors (though mostly white) running together on blacktops and soccer fields and growing into friends. It has showed up in the movies, where my heroes began to wear every colored face. And yet, it has still failed to appear in the quiet conversations of a deeply rooted bias; Of a stillborn fear of 'the unknown other' lingering in our darkness; Of news stories and crowded rooms where discrimination and brutality toward our browner brothers and sisters still lives and hurts. And still, I remember the rising voices of poets and people of all races witnessing our oneness, demanding justice, and living his dream into life.
So, on this day and every one forward "let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred." Let us remember Dr. King's dream in every face we see, especially our own. And, let us 'seize the fierce urgency of now' to look deeply at our own lightness and darkness, so that we may someday grow a world of peace and love.