Monday, January 20, 2014

I watched Dr. King speak in front of Lincoln, and felt the wrong.

When he said 'black children play with white children" I scoffed.

I was five.

...and in my little beating heart, I KNEW that I would never have black friends. That this "dream" of his was less than a hope, it was a joke. He had been propped up by communist sympathizers and was just stirring up a lot of passion that was going nowhere except maybe to kick up some trouble and burn some cars and buildings...

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