As a child of the Sixties, watching the implosion of pain and injustice, I found myself humming the song Abraham, Martin and John. We’ve been here before, but darkness has a new hue, it’s thicker somehow, has more fear, more destruction, more of everything unknown, unseen and uncontrollable.
I find myself wondering if things would be headed in a different direction if MLK Jr. was still around. He once said that “riot is the language of the unheard” which rings as true as when he said that “Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.” He was a leader who understood and who had compassion and had a glorious dream.
I can’t find words for what is happening now, I thought that if I sat to write, something would have to come out, and then all of a sudden that song came into my head. And the other thing our old friend Martin was prone to say, “Darkness cannot drive out darkness, only light can do that. And hate cannot drive out hate, only love can do that.”
I think I’ll leave it at that. Maybe if we say it enough people will remember what our old friend Martin stood for ….