Well, the hubs is on his flight home. GradSchoolGirl is re-esconced in the frozen hinterlands of the north, in a new situation that has heat but no bugs or rats or noisy housemates. WeeHighlander is back at his school as well, with multiple promises to keep this coming semester substantially less festive than the last.
Monday was MLK day. This week I had the same discussion with my son and a co-worker (at different times) about how Dr. King would probably be ashamed of how his dream had been implemented over the last decade or so. How not only the country, but the states, the cities and towns, and even the workplace seems so polarized by race. Did Dr. King mean it when said that a person should be judged by the content of their character, not the color of their skin? He wanted, at least in my feeble understanding, for all to be equal and share the fruits of that equality. Now, it seems that anything but that.
Then Gerard said it better, as he always does:
Reflecting on The Day … I have to say that I’m sticking with that rueful but passing smirk as I consider the distance we’ve come since King’s speech at the Lincoln Memorial 50 years ago in 1963. Then we struggled, with men like King, to come together as a people, to move beyond our past, to be one nation. Now, under the cynical manipulation and malicious policies of one who would cast himself as the inheritor of the King mantle, we find the current occupant of the White House doing his best, day after day, to drive the races apart once again.
How strange that someone who has attained the presidency in this day and age should not only hate citizens because of the color of their skin and the cut of their bitter and clinging class, but be lauded for it. Stranger still that he should be half-black and be inaugurated on the day set aside to honor Martin Luther King. Once I would have remembered and honored this day and felt we were at last getting beyond race hate in America. When exactly that was I now forget. I guess we’ve still a reckoning ahead of us.
RIP Dr. King. I sincerely hope you’re not spinning in your grave.