I just finished MLK Jr.’s book Why We Can’t Wait. It’s #78 on the Modern Library’s 100 Best Nonfiction list. What a history lesson. Sure, I learned a brief overview of the civil rights movement in high–school history classes…and I’ve seen it in the background of various television shows and movies. But to read about the struggle from someone who was in the thick of it, from someone who led it…it was heartbreaking. And inspiring. I have never understand how a person could see another person as inferior based on skin color. Never. Understood.

As I read his words, there was a sadness in the back of my mind. A sadness that whispered, what more could he have done if his life hadn’t been cut short?

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