Every child needs heroes, and one of my greatest heroes is Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., who I regard as one of the greatest Americans who ever lived — and all the more so these days when some in politics seem to be doing all in their power to fan the flames of racial division, nativist paranoia against immigrants and merciless rejection of refugees fleeing some of the most desperate situations you can imagine.
I remember the day he was killed — I was 14 years old. From him, I learned that being a faithful Christian means more than just saying your prayers and trying to get your own soul into heaven. Rather, it means doing what Jesus did, working to build God’s kingdom of truth and justice already in some measure here and now in this world, and this includes defending human rights.
I learned this following his death from the television coverage of his life and legacy of non-violent resistance to evil, and soon, his dream became my dream as well.
“Fear and hopelessness lead to abortions to end inconvenient pregnancies and are performed on African American women far more frequently than on white women. Fear also leads to the application of the death penalty, which still today falls more heavily on African Americans and other people of color who languish in our prisons way out of proportion to their percentage of the general population.”