The American Civil Rights Movement

I grew up in Chicago Lawn. Marquette Park was one block away from where I lived. That’s where Martin Luther King Jr. marched in 1966. My best friend’s mother marched along with King. In order to become first class citizens, King and his followers were pelted with bottles and rocks.

Have you ever been pelted by a rock?…I have. It hurts!

When my mother rode a bus in New Orleans during the 1950s, she offered a black woman a seat beside her because the bus was full. The white woman in front of my mom turned around and gave her a look to kill. The black woman sat in the back of the bus. Then Rosa Park came along and refused to sit in the back of the bus. She sat in the front because no other seats were left; and so began the American Civil Rights Movement.

We’ve come a long way since the 1950s and 1960s. America has a black President. Some say he’s a black Muslim. Maybe they’re right. Who knows? I heard a news commentator say America wasn’t ready for a black President. I disagree! The people who oppose Obama don’t dislike him. They dislike his policies.

Anyway, I’m glad America has moved beyond the American Civil Rights Movement. Do we need more work to go?…Of course! But we’ve come a long way.


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