This was the beginning of my lifelong politicization, along with the MLK and JFK assassinations and, shortly after, the VN war. I was 11 years old when this march occurred, living in a totally segregated world. I will never forget how this event frightened my parents. That was quite puzzling to me at the time.
Oddly, as I later learned, I was raised by parents who were actually quite racist. But it was a religious and overt decision by them to raise their children in a nonracist home environment. They did that successfully, but I cannot imagine how difficult that must have been to accomplish. When I later became actively involved in the civil rights movement, I am certain my mother had moments of regret.
How many here are old enough to actually remember any of this and why we celebrate MLK day?
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