Every year, I read King's Letter from a Birmingham Jail and sometimes I share my reflections. This year, I added listening and reading "I Have A Dream"1 to the mix as well, since hearing him speak is more powerful than deeply reading his words. Before I started my annual reading, though, I was thinking about a conversation with my mom the other day and the story she told me about an elderly black woman saying that she still wasn't free. The woman's tone and dismissiveness about it alienated the people she was talking to, almost including my mom, who has known her for 30 years and gone to church with her; this woman also knows of my mother's challenges in raising mixed-race boys in the South.
We Shall Always March Ahead
We Shall Always March Ahead
We Shall Always March Ahead
Every year, I read King's Letter from a Birmingham Jail and sometimes I share my reflections. This year, I added listening and reading "I Have A Dream"1 to the mix as well, since hearing him speak is more powerful than deeply reading his words. Before I started my annual reading, though, I was thinking about a conversation with my mom the other day and the story she told me about an elderly black woman saying that she still wasn't free. The woman's tone and dismissiveness about it alienated the people she was talking to, almost including my mom, who has known her for 30 years and gone to church with her; this woman also knows of my mother's challenges in raising mixed-race boys in the South.