Martin Luther King, Jr.
I did not know Martin Luther King, Jr., but I did know of him. As a teen in the 1960s, the civil rights movement was not much on my mind. I seem to remember thinking, why can’t we all just get along? I do remember a sense of fear and anger pervading the feelings of many adults that I knew. I have written about some of those times in other entries on GeorgiaJanet.
Fast forward many years. As a beginning teacher, over 20 years ago, I struggled with how to convey that legacy to mostly white, middle class, kindergartners and first graders. I ended up writing this poem, and used it throughout January each school year for several lessons. I had to go and dig it out of an old box of teaching materials, but I believe it rings true for people of all ages even today.
I now have more in depth knowledge of Dr. King and all the issues for which he stood. I have a much greater appreciation for what he tried to do and his legacy. Some of us are still striving to make his dream come true, and we have made progress, but there is much work still to do. Perhaps this little poem will speak to you in some way. If so, I would love to hear your thoughts. Please share in a comment below.