Ms. Sanchez believed that we could not truly understand Dr. King and his message without also learning about the plight of Malcolm X. So we watched a documentary about Malcolm X and the tension weighed down the campus into the evening.
“Did you know I was a White Devil?” Wilson whispered in my ear as I got some juice in Upper.
“Not you specifically.” He smiled.
“It made sense though. If someone shot at my house with my children inside I’d think the same thing.”
There just might be hope for us.