I am a child of the Civil Rights movement. It is hard to believe that I am only 58 years old, and I attended segregated schools. I grew up in Crossett, Arkansas, and I did not go to school with white children until I was in the seventh grade.
Luckily, my 20-year old daughter can hardly imagine such a thing. She also cannot imagine that she is not pretty. She cannot image that she was born stupid. She cannot imagine anybody thinks she has a tail. She would not waste one brain cell thinking of such foolishness as my generation did. This is an enormous blessing that I attribute to the life and legacy of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
Because of him, my daughter was born into a world without limits. She is free to use her imagination on other things — making a beautiful picture, curing cancer, eliminating poverty, singing classical music, enjoying a wonderful meal in a beautiful restaurant. You know what I mean, — joyful things instead of hateful things.
Thank you, Dr. King!