I have a pancake… Today is Martin Luther King's day… And for that I got pancakes. Gabe was off school today so he made me breakfast.

 

as I was eating my pancakes and thinking about that day when I was nine years old when I heard that MLK had been shot. I remember how upset my mother was.. I remember the funeral on TV. And movies of Dr. King speaking. I was moved back then by his words. And I still am.

I remember hearing recordings of Dr. King speeches all through growing up. I learned from them the power of spoken word, the power of conviction, The power of being right.

I grew up in the Southwest and I remember unspoken prejudices of the time. Things were pretty black-and-white for me as a kid… Dr. King and his followers were good… And all of the Southerners were bad… But we were Southerners… Werent we? I remember being confused by it because we too were different… They're not being too many Jews in that part of the world in the early 60s.

It's tempting to say would come along way since then. But that's so easy to say in my bubble in the most racially homogeneous state of the union. I know there's still much prejudice and hatred in the world. I suppose there will always be ..

But Dr. King gives me hope.

Night all, night sam
– Me