“Look at the color of this banana,” my son says as he takes it out of the refrigerator. “It’s black.”
“I think it’s still okay,” I tell him. “It’s not the color of the skin that’s important . . .”
” . . . it’s the content of its character,” he jumps in.
My son’s going to Washington, DC, next week with a group from his junior high school. Once there, they’ll hook up with a group from Martin Luther King High School for a 5 day, 4 night Discover DC educational tour.
Despite the name, MLK High School is not a predominantly black school, a big disappointment to my kid, who was looking forward to his travel companions “breaking out the cardboard mats and spinning on their heads.”
I Have a Dream, indeed!
How I thought it worked was, if you were great, like Martin Luther King Jr., you had a dream. Since I wasn’t great, I figured I had no dream and the best I could do was follow someone else’s. Now I believe it works like this: It’s having the dream that makes you great. It’s the dream that produces the greatness.
