// Here’s a short piece my grandmother wrote about Dr. King. I found it appropriate to post on his birthday.//
“I have a dream,” echoed over the land and a nation where dreams can come true listened. A modern day Moses spoke for his people and the thunder in his voice, like the mighty ocean waves, pounded away at the prejudice and injustice in the hearts of men. His dream took hold and the walls that divide are slowly crumbling.
Throughout history, great men have always had dreams and made them come true. The towering figure of Lincoln cast his shadow of greatness over the land. His dream was to free the enslaved and to restore the Union in harmony.
One hundred years later, a young president stood on a podium looking down on a sea of uplifted faces. “Let the word go forth that the torch has been passed to a new generation of Americans,” he said. The sincerity in his voice lent truth to his words and the dream of a better tomorrow was born. At the same time, a black man stood on a mountain top overlooking the ghetto. He saw his people entangled in a web of poverty and despair, condemned to a life of broken dreams. The biblical cry, “Let my people go,” became “We shall overcome,” and the long struggle for equality began.
His dream did not die with his passing. It lives on in the hearts and minds of all just men. We have yet to reach the promised land, but when we do brotherhood, liberty, and justice will prevail…
This was his dream.
Theresa M. Young