I Remember

It is Martin Luther King Jr. Day and I remember.
I remember people being told they were inferior and not like others.
I remember those people couldn’t go to the same schools, eat in the same restaurants, drink from the same water fountains or use the same restrooms.
I remember people asking to be respected as citizens of the United States with the right to vote.
I remember watching the news while people were beaten with pick and axe handles.
I remember the fire hoses turned on people tossing them across the street like leaves.
I remember seeing dogs, used as attack hounds, run down fleeing men, women and children.
I remember the bombs, white hoods and burning crosses.
I remember Martin Luther King Jr. being called a Communist whose sole purpose was to undermine the United States.
I remember people calling the police Fascists, Nazis and Gestapo.
I remember the hate, the anger, the rage.
I remember multiple assassinations and lynchings.
I remember when the bodies of three young men were found in a Mississippi earthen dam.
I remember when a white Detroit mother of five was shot and killed for driving a black man home after a march.
I remember thinking the violence was similar to the Hungarian Revolution with tanks, the National Guard and Marshall Law.

I remember Lyndon Johnson saying, "Because it is not just Negroes, but really it is all of us, who must overcome the crippling legacy of bigotry and injustice." "And ... we shall overcome."

I remember the 58,151 Americans who died in Vietnam.

Do you remember? Three generations have past and what have we learned?

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