The human animal is, quite reasonably, afraid of the dark. When living in it, we seek light. In accepting the reality of Nelson Mandela's death, my sad heart is drawn to the light of hope he offers us all: history will be what we make of it.
Rev. Al Sharpton, whose National Action Network organized the 50th anniversary rally with the NAACP and others, is hardly dangerous, unless you are alarmed by his frequent defenses of President Obama from his weeknight perch at MSNBC.
I was only 18, 50 years ago yesterday, when, against official advice warning of violence, a few of my friends and I trekked to the Lincoln Memorial from suburban Maryland for the March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom.
I missed Martin Luther King's stirring "I have A Dream" speech 50 years ago because my CBS News colleagues and I were covering the war in Vietnam. If King's speech resonated with the American people, it did not go far enough in the deep South.