The celebration of Martin Luther King, Jr. was yesterday. And even as we recall his stand, and pay tribute to him, don’t we also know, deep down, it’s easier to post and to tweet about justice towards all humans than it is to do something? Particularly when you’re sacrificing something dear. Still, let us NOT forget that we must be watchful about our own tendencies towards cliquishness, which builds fences. The fences become walls. Walls become laws.
Langston Hughes (1902-1967) was a poet, social activist, novelist, playwright, and columnist. He lived in what I have not had to live. A poem by Langston Hughes: