Deep in my heart, I do believe

And it’s one of the hardest things to do – it’s easy to love those who are easy to love, not so easy to love the rest.

I wouldn’t say it’s an easy thing to do, but it may well be the only thing we have to do.

I have had an interesting day, thinking about the rest of your headline,” we shall overcome some day”. I was in Harlem, NY a few years ago, on a Sunday morning, setting up lawn chairs for a concert to be held in a neighborhood garden. There was much confusion and movement. Then, from down the street, weaving it’s way between the old buildings, some with appartments, some empty with no windows, came just those words marching along on the breeze. Everyone in the garden stopped still, in place and listened in total reverence. It was a soloist from the big church on the corner. After she finished, we went back to the task but with hearts full.
I know, I was meant to be there, to hear that, just like I was meant to be on the lawn of the Ferndale Jr. High with my black students, on the morning ,after Dr. King was killed. I was only the student teacher, but I was the only one who could share their protest. Even those little kids knew that Dr. King was a treasure we couldn’t afford to lose. We sat, talking , for about an hour while the office staff and the principal looked out from the windows. Then about thirty preteen, future citizen leaders, got up and walked quietly into the school.
Our world is so different, now and so very much the same. We have to stick together and believe it can happen.