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:
"WE SHALL OVERCOME."
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.
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6 comments:
Beautiful man, sniff.
Thanks Alicia.
I hope so. I do dearly hope so.
Me too. Or we could fracture chaoticly (see yesterday's poem).
"...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?
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.
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