January 17, 2011
I’m hoping today Americans will take time to reflect deeply on the life and legacy of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. I must confess that I knew very little of Dr. King growing up in the (largely) white suburbs of Chicago. Living in the Midwest, we strongly resisted racism. Our Christian faith pushed us to love everyone and see no such thing as color. My family always held all races in high regard and for that I’m deeply grateful.
Nevertheless, I lived in isolation from racial struggles. The only discussions on race consisted of assuming “they should just get over it,” and various levels of frustration on leaders like Jesse Jackson and Rev. Al Sharpton. My images of Dr. King was an incomplete, if not unflattering portrait.