I remember the day well…it put my grandfather in a celebratory mood.
He wasn’t alone in his joy.
Today the social mores would prevent such overt racism…but those pressures can’t and haven’t eradicated it.
In fact, there are times when it seems that the only thing that’s changed since 1968 is that the expression of hate has been stifled but not the hate itself.
I’ve been watching the news coverage of the “caravan” from Honduras that some (including the President) are calling an “invasion”.
They neglect to mention that this is a yearly event, that Mexico breaks it down before they ever get here, and that those who do make it are coming to apply for asylum, not jump the border.
Those facts don’t fit the narrative, so they will be ignored.
The narrative sees the other as a grave threat to things held dear, it is a howl to despise and fear the other.
There are many who say that this is why we need a “wall”…but a wall with super highways servicing massive ports running through it isn’t a wall at all.
It’s a symbol.
Dr. King was a symbol as well.
We shot him.
We’ll build the wall.
God have mercy.