Yesterday I had to make a quick run to the drug store. As I was waiting in line, two teen boys were behind me buying the necessities appropriate for that age – Doritos, Coke and Starbursts. I couldn’t help eavesdropping on their conversation which went something like this….
Teen 1: Dude, I gotta go home and catch up on my Chem homework.
Teen 2: Stupid, we don’t have class tomorrow. You can do it later.
Teen 1: Sweet. Is it a teacher work day tomorrow or something?
Teen 2: I don’t know. I just know we don’t have class.
Overhearing this conversation, I got angry. Actually I think the term “furious” is more appropriate. Then I instantly got sad because those two boys have no idea what today means. Yes, today is a “day off” but it is so much more than that. It is a day of reflection on the struggles of all disenfranchised people. It is a day of remembrance of one man who led a movement that directly impacted an entire race. It is a day of observance and respect to Dr. King, his hopes, dreams and legacy.
So today, there are no pretty pictures. No snippy comments. No witty banter. Just a heavy heart knowing that somewhere along the way, Dr. King’s message is not being paid forward to the next generation.