My mom gave me my first diary when I was nine years old, a birthday present that promised immortality for my brilliant observations of the world. It had a bubble gum pink vinyl cover with a picture of a teenager sitting on the floor, her body arched into a V, her legs scissoring into the air, toes pointed like a ballerina’s. She wore black Capri slacks, a white blouse with the shirt tails knotted across her waist, and a pink scarf tied around her throat. She held a black telephone handset in one hand and wrapped the serpentine cord around the other. Her dark brown pony tail flipped out in a curl. I, who wasn’t allowed more than a minute or two on the phone once in a while, could never figure out who she was talking to, but it was certainly someone more popular than I. (more…)
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I’m writing this post on the 50th anniversary of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.’s I Have a Dream speech as it was presented at the March on Washington on August 28, 1963. It’s fitting that this entry be more somber than others in the Alphabet of a New Blog series.
Many of you reading this only know Dr. King and the Civil Rights movement from history books, documentaries, news articles, TV broadcasts, and the like. I knew Dr. King from my place in the generation to whom he addressed his concerns. Too young to march with him, I later spent my college years singing “We Will Overcome” and rallying against continuing inequalities, the heady sense of social justice and righteousness fresh from the earlier Civil Rights marches. I worked on behalf of lowering the voting age to 18, figuring that a man deemed old enough to fight and perhaps die for our country should be considered old enough to vote. I’m still proud of my contribution to that success. It cost me a semester of perfect university grades to help get that job done, and I don’t regret my choice. (more…)