What were you doing on August 28, 1963? Okay, so you weren’t born yet. So ask your parents; or if they weren’t born yet either, ask your grandparents. Why do I ask?
After a long day, I settled into the couch to watch the Cardinals and the Reds on television. Unless my team is the featured game on ESPN, about the only time I get to see them play is when they play the Cubs or the Reds. But as much as I love to watch the St. Louis Cardinals, I wandered around a bit with my remote and landed on a PBS special about the civil rights march on Washington 50 years ago. I was riveted by the film of that day, footage of great Negro singers such as Marian Anderson and Mahalia Jackson; sympathetic white folk singers Joan Baez; Bob Dylan; Peter, Paul and Mary; Hollywood entertainers including Steve McQueen and Charlton Heston, various speeches, including a very young John Lewis who used the word “black” in place of the customary “negro,” and approximately 250,000 Americans who arrived by plane, train, and hundreds of buses to join in the Civil Rights march on Washington.
And I wondered, “What was I doing that day?” Continue reading ““I still have a dream,” August 28, 1963″ →