It can still be vividly imagined and yet after years and years of reaching, that better world that Dr. King dreamed for us seems still out of our grasp.
How will you live today in remembrance of Dr. Martin Luther King? In celebration? After all we’ve come a long way. That dream he once spoke of is nearer, and we are a better, more equal world today.
But is “better” and “nearer” enough? Can we be settled and comfortable with oppression, with bigotry, and violence still walking this earth even if it frequently does so in the shadows?
Or should we demand of ourselves and for ourselves something more sublime, more fitting our desires and Dr. King’s dreams? I think we can, I believe it.
I believe we can find the resolve to remove the labels that separate us. Believe we can collect the one million tiny bits of prejudice that live within our minds, those bits that never rise in us to the level of actual bias but always poison the well of our intentions and root them out.
And if we can do that today, why not tomorrow, why not the next day and the day after that?
People malign our good intentions, our drive to make better this world. But we are not a bad nation, not nearly as divided as those who profit from such things proclaim.
We fight every day to trudge forward in a world whose winds blow constant and strong. We want to live, to love, to have an ease in attaining not everything we want, but everything we need.
We shouldn’t deny the glory of differing races, ethnicities, religions, sexualities, and beliefs; we should celebrate them without fail.
I love this nation’s diversity. I love my unique heritage, my personal culture that draws from several different places. I am a mutt, I am an American and isn’t your personal story, the concoction of you equally varied, and equally remarkable?
You see in as much as we are different, we are the same. And on a day such as this we should endeavor to step first or step once more toward a world that allows such divergence to bask in the warm sun of justice, prosperity, and peace.
You see peace is our most idealistic shared endeavor and it cannot come to heterosexuals and not homosexuals.
Peace cannot come to Caucasians and not African Americans, Latinos and not Asians. The Christian, and not his Jewish brother, or his Muslim sister. To Men and not Women. We are all equal, all reaching in unison for more all fated to drink from the same goblet of success. Not merely for ourselves but for our children.
I know the want for that is pure and unquestionable; I know we can cast aside the chains of contentment while “curing apathy with inspiration”.
This is our fight, and this is Dr. King’s fight and we can have the steel in our spine to see it through. Wearing his heady prognostications like a suit of armor while using his sacrifice and the sacrifices of others like a motor pushing us forward through those oppressive winds of doubt and hate.
I don’t know what heaven is, or even if it exists, but I do know there is something better than this world, and I know we can make it if we refuse to relent, if we choose to live in pursuit of Martin Luther King’s audacious dream every day.