I had no friends named Martin or Luther or King. Unaware of the country’s color sickness, my sisters and I played, ate, and lived without much disturbance. Then, on April 4, 1968, the television was filled with news about Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.’s death and how Washington, D.C., ragingly responded. I was smacked out of my ignorance and purposed to find out who this man was.
Reading the newspaper became part of my routine. I replaced The Bobbsey Twins, Nancy Drew, and The Hardy Boys books with those about the horrors and triumphs of people who looked like me. My reading list was so notorious that I received a Reading award when I graduated from the eighth grade.
So, now what was I to do with my newfound need to get in the middle of the fight? Millions asked this question after the murders of George Floyd, Ahmaud Aubrey, and so many others.
Let us never return to the days of ignorance and apathy. Keep a heart that aches when we see and hear about injustice. Prayerfully and financially support front-line organizations that are working toward justice. March and speak up when we can. One of my favorite Dr. King quotes is, “The ultimate tragedy is not the oppression and cruelty by the bad people, but the silence over that by the good people.”
Act Justly, Love Mercy, and Walk Humbly before Him. (Micah 6:8).