Yesterday, in honor of Martin Luther King, Jr., the kids and I participated in a Peace March in our little town of Lafayette, CO. This was our second year. I like it because elementary and middle school children organize the event, so it is short (quarter mile) and very family friendly. Em wanted to make and carry a Peace poster this year, and I think she did an amazing job.
The atmosphere was not quite as electric as last year, which was also the eve of the historic inauguration of Barack Obama as our first African-American President. Still, people gathered this year in about the same numbers to celebrate King’s legacy. I’ve thought about MLK much more in the past few years than I ever did before, perhaps in part because Em shares his birth date, but primarily because now his dream is being made manifest. As I get older and reflect upon my own contribution to the world, I find my inspiration to do more comes from those single individuals, like King, who would not settle for less than what was right and had the courage to use the word “change” as a demand and not a question.
It struck me on the drive home that Obama will be the first president Em remembers. If he is elected to a second term, the same will be true for Jay. (What I would give to erase my memory of G-Dub!). In all seriousness though, I am grateful that my children are inheriting a more tolerant world than the one I was born into. That fact gives me hope that as a whole, humanity is moving in the right direction. Maybe one day we’ll even get to the point where the colors black and white or red and blue blur into gray and purple. More united; less divided.Family, Volunteer/Community · Tags: Barack Obama, Community, Family, Martin Luther King, Peace