Today was a day, like many days here lately, I had just one blog post in mind. I sat down and posted a blog post that I wrote last night and decided to write my typical dry humor account of something that happen last night shortly after that post was written.
This is not that post. I assure you there is no humor to the following words.
As I was relaxing with the house to myself all day, something that has not happen in quite a while, I stumbled across something that made me sick at my stomach.
A local television station, KATV, posted the question on their facebook page “What does Dr. Martin Luther King mean to you?” I would have missed this completely if it were not for a brief acquaintance in my life who mentioned it on twitter. Thankfully he grabbed a screen of the first few comments. Some have been removed. As of this writing there were a little north of 200 comments. Most written in a manner that represents the ignorance of the authors.
The comments range from “not a damn thing” to “a day off work” and about everything imaginable in between.
I grew up in Arkansas. Some people know that, few people believe it, but I swear to you it is the truth. I like to imagine for whatever reason that racisim, which has no real place in this world, is on it’s way out the door. I try not to live in too many bubbles, but this is one I cling to very hard.
I did something I shouldn’t have done. I dug into this a little more. I’ve found example after example of people from this state bursting my bubble. This is not to say that everyone in the state is, that is far from the case. The voice of a few does not make the consensus of many. However in our own ways we accept this activity by as a state sharing Dr. King’s day with Robert E Lee, or allowing those around us to make these types of comments with nothing more than a shrug of the shoulders or at best a bad look.
This is not the type of world I want my daughter to know. In the words of Dr. King I believe in a world where people are not judged by the color of their skin but the content of their character.
I must say, that for some people the content of their character is in a sad state of affairs. For the rest of us I believe that it is past time for us to sit back and allow this virus of society to continue to spread from generation to generation. I believe it is our job to do everything we can to end this now. For my kid, for your kids, and for a better world.
My fellow Arkansas Bill Clinton once said “I still believe in a place called Hope”. One thing I learned a long time ago Bill is that hope can give you a vision, but it takes people who share that vision to make it a reality. I think you understand that, in fact I know you do.
Dr. King’s I have a dream speech will be 50 years old next year. That hope has gone on long enough. Let’s make the next year about bringing that to a reality for all our sons and daughters.
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