The magic of the long weekend is when you can forget it’s Monday and go about your day until seven o’ clock rolls around and your husband looks at you and says, “What are you going to post today?”
And you have a harried few minutes as you go through your list of ideas, marking off some as too serious, some as too tedious, some as too trivial. And then you remember there is a reason that you didn’t have to report for duty today, a reason you could have spent all day working up the perfect post.
It is a day when a tiny notation was added on the calendar block to remind us what came before. I leave the words of today’s name sake to remind us not to think of only what came before.
We cannot walk alone. And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, ‘When will you be satisfied?’
…We will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.
-Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., August 28, 1963
Today we think of what will be. We think of how we can walk into tomorrow, seeing how far we’ve come but not turning a blind eye to the civil rights of the immigrant or the lesbian, the refugee or the child. We care about the civil rights of the person battling the pernicious legacy left in our jokes, in our media, in our minds, in our perceptions of our histories, and in our gut reactions to one another. We pledge that our concern will last beyond today.
Will we be satisfied? Will we believe those before us healed all the world’s wounds? Will we believe the magic of dreams ended? Or will we pour the waters that cleanse and heal?