He imagined a man who walked about the country telling everyone he met: “I wish we could all live Martin Luther King’s dream where we didn’t see anyone’s skin color anymore.”
Grandfather imagined the man started attracting the attention of the movers and shakers after awhile.
Investigative reporters dug up things he had said that were “racist.”
Community leaders who were preoccupied with their position said he was “a tool of the establishment.”
Politicians asked him what he proposed to do about it.
College professors asked him if he didn’t know that “multiculturalism” was now widely accepted.
Women “activists” said he was ignoring the problem of “sexism.”
To all of them he would simply say, “I wish we could all live Martin Luther King’s dream where we didn’t see anyone’s skin color anymore.”
No more than that, ever.
Grandfather says he imagined they never did put that man in a box, until he died.
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Original oil painting by: Grandfather’s wife
Michael says
Grandfather, that was well said! MLK was a great man. Too bad so many people have lost sight of his original message.
RD Blakeslee says
Thank you, Michael.
If it were only a matter of not losing sight of Dr. King’s message., I would rest easier, Michael
But some radical teachers are now denying the validity of the dream, e.g:
https://jonathanturley.org/2018/01/09/cuny-professor-denounces-meritocracy-and-color-blindness-in-math-as-tool-of-whiteness/comment-page-1/
Tom says
Enjoyed this very much. It’s time to pull away from hyphenated Americanism and the diversity meme and remind everyone that the USA works (or used to work) because it is (or used to be) a melting pot where cultures assimilated. “United we stand” has merit.
RD Blakeslee says
Amen, Tom.
Grandfather will have something to say, down the road a piece, about words he used to hear all the time and now misses. Among them is “melting pot”.