Written by C Hues
January 14, 2024
See the martyr and miss the man. See the vision but be blind to the execution. See the execution but be blind to the visionary. See, King is killed every day, again and again. He was peaceful, but never silent. To the cops who beat him with violence, King’s paternal line traced to Ireland. Yet they see no connection, just an island. We remember King but forget Martin. He wasn’t perfect, but he was the best. Sometimes, he smoked. Sometimes, he cheated. But he always fought and would rarely rest. His heart was overworked, and his mind was too. Since childhood, he would often get blue. He was angry at the way whites treated blacks. He and Malcolm began to have each other’s backs. He didn’t let his anger transform to hate. To become his enemy was not his fate. He taught John Hume and John Lewis That love is God and never useless.