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Happy Birthday, Dr. King !
- Thread starter FreshFish
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Re: Happy Birthday, Dr. King !
I remember hearing Dr. King speak when I was in elementary school. While a bit young at that time to understand everything that was going on, I was really affected by how much everyone hearing him was moved, not only by his words, but by the cadence and passion with which he expressed himself. The tears in the eyes of so many grownups around me during his speech was really striking.
I remember hearing Dr. King speak when I was in elementary school. While a bit young at that time to understand everything that was going on, I was really affected by how much everyone hearing him was moved, not only by his words, but by the cadence and passion with which he expressed himself. The tears in the eyes of so many grownups around me during his speech was really striking.
Re: Happy Birthday, Dr. King !
I remember quite clearly the day Dr. King was murdered.
There were big, billowing black clouds of smoke filling the air less than a mile from our house.
Neighborhood kids that we grew up with, used to play with, went to school with, without any of us ever giving it a second thought, suddenly were cold, removed, distant.
Their moms, who had invited us inside, made it clear we were no longer welcome. When we invited our erstwhile friends home with us, we learned that they no longer wanted to come inside.
Sad days and weeks and months. In some ways, our nation still hasn't recovered.
I remember quite clearly the day Dr. King was murdered.
There were big, billowing black clouds of smoke filling the air less than a mile from our house.
Neighborhood kids that we grew up with, used to play with, went to school with, without any of us ever giving it a second thought, suddenly were cold, removed, distant.
Their moms, who had invited us inside, made it clear we were no longer welcome. When we invited our erstwhile friends home with us, we learned that they no longer wanted to come inside.
Sad days and weeks and months. In some ways, our nation still hasn't recovered.