I have a dream too. On America’s only national holiday dedicated to a person of faith and visionary social courage, I have a big dream.
It begins with a dream that America will progress rapidly towards accepting the equality of all people in our country. Black lives do matter, and it’s time that some Americans stopped projecting their worst fears onto people with darker skin.
Latino lives matter also, and Asian-American lives, and the lives of Native Americans; biracial lives and white lives — all our lives matter.
A dream can make a person hungry. I am hungry for us to recognize how all of us belong to the ethnic group called “Human.” And then behave accordingly.
This part of my dream, even the hunger, is not unusual. But here comes the part that is.