I remember learning about Martin Luther King, Jr. in middle school, when one of my teachers played a recording of his “I Have a Dream” speech.
Virtually all my knowledge of King was derived from my single watching of that video.
Over time, I’d boiled King’s years of fearlessly advocating for change down to a gentle message of hope and peace.
Everything I told my son in early 2014 was everything I could have told my son. It was all I knew.
A few years ago, protests beginning in Ferguson opened my eyes to much more serious, present inequalities than I’d understood still existed. As I expanded my social networks to include Black Lives Matter activists, I started seeing Black people expressing frustration about the mild, whitewashed version of King White people use to decry virtually any kind of action toward change.
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