Remember the Man, Live the Dream

Fourty years removed, I imagine that it is easy to take for granted, or maybe even forget, what it is that this man did not only for black America but for all of America.

I imagine that it is not easy to comprehend the ridicule, the difficulties, the plain hatred that he endured and the passion that, despite these things, wouldn't allow him to sit idly, that wouldn't deny him the wherewithal to first go against the grain and then to do it not violently, not angrily but peacefully.

King died fourty years ago today, but his dream lives on.

He was and is the greatest catalyst for social change that our nation, that our world has ever seen, and but for his being bold enough to stand for justice and but for his audacity to dream that dream, I, a black American, wouldn't be where I am today.

We must not forget, though, that King dreamed not in black, white and brown. Rather, King dreamed in red, white and blue.

And on his beliefs, his teachings, his words and his dream we, America, shall overcome.