Fifty years ago on August 28, 1963, two hundred-fifty thousand people gathered to march on Washington and witnessed history unfold on the steps of the Lincoln monument watching Martin Luther King’s “I Have a Dream” speech.
I’ve heard parts of this historic speech, but never listened in its entirety before. It gave me goose bumps.
Just before the anniversary, I had the pleasure of watching the amazing movie, ‘The Butler’. It’s hard for me to believe how different the culture was back then, though things haven’t really changed as much as I’d like to think. I think the behaviors are less overt, but they are still present.
I met a guy at a party last week, and we had a conversation about what it’s like to be judged based on something out of your control. People aren’t just judged by the color of their skin, but also their sexual preference. He’s gay, and shared with me what it was like growing up feeling like you’re living a life that is untrue, what coming out was like, and what life has been like since then.
He is very comfortable with who he is, and though he doesn’t accept other people’s judgment, he does acknowledge that it’s a reality of his life.
Wouldn’t it be beautiful if people didn’t judge each other, but simply accepted? Wouldn’t it be amazing to walk around the world thinking of all of the things you can do for others, instead of what you can gain?
It’s possible if we make it happen.