The Women’s March in January. Yesterday’s Day Without a Woman. I’ve been hearing cries of, “Those damn feminists! They’re all man-haters!”
Today’s Thursday Thought explains exactly what a feminist is.
I marched with Martin Luther King, Jr., almost 50 years ago. Not literally. I watched the events unfold on our family’s black and white TV. They didn’t cover it nearly as much as stations would today, but I saw enough to inspire me, to horrify me, and to make me ashamed that my country didn’t allow all of its citizens to vote.
I watched history being born. I watched a war for citizens’ rights being waged. I watched victories and disappointments, physical wounds and healing emotional wounds, and people waking up to the stark realization that a large group of Americans didn’t really believe that “all men are created equal.”
It was an exciting, emotional day.
As the scenes in Selma replay in my mind, I’m thankful for how far we’ve come in these last 50 years…and distressed over how much farther we have to go.
“He who passively accepts evil is as much involved in it as he who helps to perpetrate it. He who accepts evil without protesting against it is really cooperating with it.– Martin Luther King, Jr.
[50 years since MLK’s historic march. How far have we come? How far do we have to go?]