Niagara Gazette —
The answer was, “No!”
It rang loud and long in my ears.
I was going to have to watch the march on television while I helped repaint the new living room he had made by knocking down the wall that separated two bedrooms. With his own hands and a little help from his friends, he had turned our little house into a huge, two-story, six-bedroom behemoth with an attached garage and a finished basement. He was not about to send his son off to battle in Washington.
“No!” We had work to do right here at home, plenty of work.
I was not happy about my father’s decision, but there was nothing I could do about it, so I tried to get in the best position possible to watch the grainy black-and-white images on the big Zenith television.
So I never got to go to the big March on Washington. Like millions of others, I watched it all unfold on national television, but I was moved. The entire world was moved, and now, fifty years later the question today is, whether we can muster the strength to assure that everyone who has a right to vote may cast it, that voter suppression will end?
Plans are already under way for another March on Washington with activities and events scheduled to take place on the same day in the same place where Dr. King delivered his famous “I Have A Dream” speech.
That event launched fifty years of slow, but steady progress, eliminating many of the tools of racism, bias and discrimination, some of which is now in danger of being wiped out by what many consider to be the least effective, least popular Congress ever; so paralyzed by gridlock that they cannot seem to get anything done any more.
Watching the Supreme Court cook the Voters Rights Act while the Food Channel’s Paula Deen stews in her own sordid recipe as George Zimmerman broils in the sizzle of the Sanford sun while Congress stirs the immigration melting pot, seasoned with scandal sauce, I can’t help but notice, the more things change the more they stay the same.
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