Wisdom From Within

After reading “I Have A Dream” by Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., I must admit that he has my true respect and honor to the point where I can truly say that he has been and still is one of my dear heroes.

I say so because as a child born in another country, in a small community, and in a racially mixed family (my mother being of Indian, white, and African descent, married and having children with a white Hispanic with Indian trace as well, then re-marrying and birthing me with a man of African descent), I had no idea what racial discrimination or separation was.

In the early 70s, I was brought by my father to live in Boston, Mass. at the age of approximately eight or nine, and the racism I experienced shocked me tremendously, since I was “forced” to attend all white schools by my father, supposedly for a better education.

During that hectic time for me, a book titled Root by Alex Haley was published and I was also forced by my father to read it.

In hindsight, I thanked my father dearly because through that book I became aware of the injustices committed against Africans and people of color and their descent here in America.

Additionally, that book made me much more aware of my history and what I was considered and viewed as here in this country, and the world as well.

Either way, the reason I consider Dr. King my hero from the first time I heard the “I Have A Dream” speech, is because I already knew of the injustices, trials, tribulations, conspiracies, and even death-threats against him and his entire family.