Friday, November 7, 2008

Forty five years ago ...

I was on the Mall in D.C for MLK's "I have a dream" speech. Nineteen-sixty-three seems like yesterday and seems like a million years ago.

On the day of the "Dream" speech I took the afternoon off from work to attend. Someone from the ACLU handed me a sign on a stick. If memory serves it read:


Those were the heady days of the Kennedy Administration and young bureaucrats like me thought anything was possible. Three months later Kennedy was dead. Five years later MLK was assassinated. A long winter had set in.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008 a thaw in that long winter's ice began.


Alicia said...

Beautiful man, sniff.

GC SMITH said...

Thanks Alicia.

Cecilia Baader said...

I hope so. I do dearly hope so.

GC SMITH said...

Me too. Or we could fracture chaoticly (see yesterday's poem).

Ginger said...

"...thought anything was possible." Thank God, our youth still do. I try to maintain that belief in every aspect of my life except for physical things. And yes, it hurts.

You'll have to describe that day in more detail, Gerry. I want to smell the smells, feel the heat, palpate the emotions. Please?

GC SMITH said...

Thanks Ginger. Perhaps I will describe that day in more detail some day. But, I'm unsure I can do that. It was a long time ago.

Thanks for your comment.

Anything is possible. Believe that. I do.