I bet you, like me, rarely talk to anyone about your dreams, even if you spend nearly all your time among politically active people working to improve the planet. Perhaps these days it feels somehow just too naïve, too unrealistic, too embarrassing.
Today, while the colored/white signs are gone, the needs of people who are locked out, pushed out, or left out are great and growing every day. Racial divides continue to be deeply rooted. We cannot afford to remain silent.
The "war on terror" was built on two tiers of grief. Momentous and meaningless. Ours and theirs. The domestic politics of grief settled in for a very long haul, while perpetual war required the leaders of both major parties to keep affirming and reinforcing the two tiers of grief.
I still have the photograph of my brother and me shaking hands with Pee Wee Reese and Jackie Robinson. As I look at it, my mind goes back to a balmy evening in April of 1954. I was 15 years old and my father proudly brought his two sons to the first baseball game of our lives.
In the end, the only reason you need to not build a bomb is what is does to you. It is soul-killing to be a murderer. You want to do something with your feelings of alienation? Go out and practice random acts of kindness. Raise money for refugees. Fight for justice.
In his cell, fifty years ago this week, Dr. King wrote what became known as the manifesto of the civil rights movement, the "Letter from Birmingham Jail," in which he set forth his views on justice and nonviolence and challenged the consciences not just of his addressees but of the world
This month presents an opportune moment to reflect upon what guidance Dr. King's poignant words can offer our society in addressing what some have called "the new civil rights movement": the same-sex marriage movement.
Martin Luther King, Jr., had more than a dream -- he envisioned what America could be, if only it lived up to its promise of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness for each and every citizen. That's what we have conveniently forgotten.
We know that the true Martin Luther King does not dwell in statues, in ghetto streets bearing his name, or in schools where children are violated daily in buildings erected in his name. His true spirit dwells with the least of these,