In the shadow of Abraham Lincoln seated just to the rear of the spectacle that became historical, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., gave his “I Have A Dream,” speech. Many years after Lincoln supposedly set the slaves free. Many years before we’d once again realize that aside from the Civil Rights Movement, we are still an oppressed people. Squarely in the epitome of black struggle, Dr. King rang out the four words that we have idolized and hoped for and some have died for. “I Have A Dream.”
King of Kings
Dr. King, an iconic figure in the black community as well as all mankind. His vision clearly placed upon an abstract that seemed to be flawed. An abstract that would will us to love our enemies. Despite the torment and oppression we’d suffered and unknowingly would continue to suffer well into the future. In fact, it is hard to say that in a sense, we are not still suffering. Suffering from the ineptitude of a society withdrawn from the structural basis needed to be self-sustaining. A society that has become dependent, possibly because of integration. Had we moved to hastily to fight segregation? Did this yearning to dissolve into the fabric of America condemn our chances of realizing our true worth?
The “dream” was for equality. An idea of being treated the same no matter what your race, color or ethnicity may have been. This dream is something we still dream about to this day. The aspiration to become what the symbol of America so beautifully offers us. Or at least, in it’s poetic beauty, it appears to be obtainable. But, how obtainable is it when you do not start with the same basis as the people the idea of America was created for in the first place? This question, amongst others, are daunting weights atop the shoulders of our community. Daunting weights that don’t ease up by following daintily with the ebbs and flows of the ever so crafty American Dream.
Dream for the Dreamers
The American Dream just as Dr. King’s Dream appear to be just out of reach for most. The ambition to reach the potential of both those dreams is what carries our community forward. The hope of achieving the so-called American Dream and realizing the King Dream of being accepted into our righteous roles as American citizens. American citizens who originally had no aspirations of being American citizens. American citizens who at one time had a land of our own to call home. A land that has been raped and pilfered of its essence both in minerals as well as human life. On this day, however, I lay my questions aside and as I watch more documentaries of MLK and watch the Dream speech being given beneath the shadow of Lincoln, my heart fills with pride for the audacity of my people to forgo physical well-being to crusade our community through turbulent times. On this day I remember, I remember the Dream. Catch ya’ on the Flipside.