In honor of this holiday, I am presenting some of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.’s own words. He was a truth teller and an activist in the best sense possible, not just on behalf of civil rights but for race relations, peace, and economic justice. I ♥ him. Here he speaks for himself:
“As I have [...]
Killing was an act of contact. It was messy and spawned existential questions along with real, visible, grotesque pain and suffering. People started thinking of ways to keep the blood off their hands while still being winning participants in power plays of exhilarating life and horrifying death. People started using stones in mobs of collective, [...]
I was a super hero
In a comic book city
Donned a costume of glasses and bright blazers
And fought with human strength
Supplied by a supply of drugs
And pride
I wore a crown of defeat every night
Driving toward comic book towers
Brightly lit, banked against an ominously colored sky
At home,
I curled up in the curved dome of my head
Suckered to [...]