It matters because I’m an American, damnit. I live in what is supposed to be the greatest nation on earth, a nation presumably built on justice and rights that are equal for every citizen, not just the privileged. An assault on the rights of one of us, for any reason (race, sexual orientation, socioeconomic status…any reason) is an assault on the rights of all of us
Why this is celebrated in Washington D.C. alone, and not nationally, I don’t understand. In my mind, it’s more significant than President’s Day.
It’s time to get beyond our petty judgments of each other and begin finally living in a society free of bigotry, hatred and fear. Unfortunately, there are too many who disagree with me.
The problem with white supremacists and racism is that it’s like glitter. Get one card with glitter in an office, and by the end of the day everybody carries sparkles home with them.
She met Martin Luther King, Jr. He was killed on April 4, 1968, so Nichelle must have been no older than 36 when she met him. She was considering leaving Star Trek, and expressed this to MLK, who, in turn, urged her to stay.
I was too young to question the narrative, though. I never stopped to think that maybe there was a second side to the story.
The America I want to live in is an America where everybody, all of us, are equal. Equal in civil rights, equal in voting rights, equal in society.
We all owe Martin Luther King, Jr. a debt of gratitude for his amazing accomplishments, accomplishments that extends beyond race and touches on the most American sentiment: and Justice for ALL.