OPEN THREAD: As we celebrate Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.’s life and legacy, we ask what does King and his dream mean to you today?
Discussion
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My little girl is a very obvious minority in her city magnet school with her white skin. As we looked at her class picture, I asked her if she ever thought about that. Her answer: “no, I’m glad my friends are in school with me because they didn’t used to let the black kids go to school.” I think that would make Dr. King smile–both because she knows of the struggles and, because these children, not caring about their skin color, are friends.
My writing teacher asked me that when I was much younger in a small town where I didn’t perceive any reality of racism from anyone I knew…my answer was–not without compassion–that I thought it was kind of irrelevant. I had never experienced racism and I thought it didn’t exist. If it did, it was met with scathing criticism and rejected point-blank.
Then I moved to STL. I realized that a diverse city which should have been so much more open and aware bred attitudes that shattered my idea that racism was going out with a whimper–and I didn’t understand it at all.
And today we have an African-American president! I see MLK’s dream as the burden I have to share my history with my children, and show them what great steps we HAVE taken, and that we can’t ever take that for granted.
My little girl is a very obvious minority in her city magnet school with her white skin. As we looked at her class picture, I asked her if she ever thought about that. Her answer: “no, I’m glad my friends are in school with me because they didn’t used to let the black kids go to school.” I think that would make Dr. King smile–both because she knows of the struggles and, because these children, not caring about their skin color, are friends.
Posted by Katie | 19. Jan, 2009, 9:26 AMMy writing teacher asked me that when I was much younger in a small town where I didn’t perceive any reality of racism from anyone I knew…my answer was–not without compassion–that I thought it was kind of irrelevant. I had never experienced racism and I thought it didn’t exist. If it did, it was met with scathing criticism and rejected point-blank.
Then I moved to STL. I realized that a diverse city which should have been so much more open and aware bred attitudes that shattered my idea that racism was going out with a whimper–and I didn’t understand it at all.
And today we have an African-American president! I see MLK’s dream as the burden I have to share my history with my children, and show them what great steps we HAVE taken, and that we can’t ever take that for granted.
Posted by emily | 20. Jan, 2009, 10:59 PM