On Martin Luther King Jr. Day, I spent my holiday, performing service and giving back to the community. I helped pack bags of food, and place them in backpacks to be given to those in need at Toni’s Kitchen in Montclair. This day has given me the opportunity to reflect on how people choose to celebrate more than just MLK.
There has to be a way, for us to not only celebrate Martin Luther King Junior, but also the strength and the will of thousands. Because as corny as it sounds, he had a dream, but it wasn’t only him. He had a dream, Rosa Parks had a dream, Huey P. Newton, Amelia Robinson, Yuri Kochiyama, Malcolm X, Martha Franklin, W.E.B DuBois, Diane Nash, they all had dreams. It’s the dream that I can go outside, and not have to look over my shoulder with every step that I take. It’s the dream that, I can go to school and get an education that I deserve, because I’m human. It’s the dream that, I can exist, without fear, in a country that I am proud to call home, or at least a country that I should be proud to call home. This is the dream of generations upon generations, thousands upon thousands. It has been passed down through oration, whispered on the winds of change that have not yet reached us.
This is a day, to celebrate a legacy. This is a day to celebrate the triumphs of many, and a day to realize, that our fight is not yet over. When I say our, I don’t just mean the struggle that all African Americans face, because this isn’t just a black problem. This is one of, among many, issues towards the question of, freedom towards the matter of existence. No matter what sort of minority a person identifies with, there is always going to be a group that believes themselves to be superior. It’s our responsibility, to speak out against injustice, and fight for what we believe in, because in the end, that’s all you can really do. Keep on fighting.