Many images we see of Martin Luther King are of him speaking or marching. But we have to remember he was a man that put his life in danger for the greater good. He had a family, home, job, and friends. I think about how I am scared to even post or say things in fear of jeopardizing these aspects of my life. He risked it all so we can have a better life. My family has always made a big deal to celebrate him as his photo was next to Kennedy's in my Papa's house. He was the closest thing to "our" president we had before Obama. He was the original hope even after his life was taken away.
I remember visiting the hotel and museum in Memphis where he was assassinated. So much hate and fear for what? Power and the fear of not being on top. We weren't fighting to be on top but to be equal. Just to sit at the counter. Today, instead of just capitalizing on the day off by running errands, I am taking a moment to reflect on why he fought. Asking myself what is my place and duty to make this world a better place for people who look like me and to learn about other cultures their MLK? We need to remember there are so many people other than MLK and Cesar Chavez who fight for what is right. We all have the power to make change and not rely for only one hope to come along and do all the work.