This photo has hung in my dad’s apartment for as long as I can remember. I’ve never asked him about it because it’s presence always seemed self explanatory.
Recently as I’ve been thinking of my aging parents and how they’ve lived through so much of the Black history I’ve studied, I pause when I think of Dr. King the man and Dr. King the leader. He was quite exceptional at being both.
In my past few years in NYC I’ve learned that men should not be judged by their mistakes because there is no human being past present or future who can live without making them. I see men in terms of the lives they touch in a positive way while they’re living and after they’ve past.
I wasn’t alive when Dr. King gave his I Have A Dream speech and like Jerrod Carmichael said the speech might be easier for people of my generation to remember if Pharrell had produced it. But Dr. King continues to touch our lives in a positive way because at the beginning of every year we stop and remember his Dream and we’re reminded of all the work we have to do to fulfill it.