As I used to tell my students when I was a classroom teacher, I was in my mother’s womb when Martin Luther King, Jr. was assassinated in 1968. Robert Kennedy was in Indianapolis when he got word of the shooting. He made a plea for calm, in the wake of the terrible news. Two months later, and just a few days before I was born, Robert Kennedy was assassinated as well.
1968 is always described as a historic year. A year when everything seemed to be coming apart, with war protests and the counterculture and the 60s in full bloom. All of us today are living with its repercussions. It’s probably a better world than it was, but it still has a long way to go.
One of the quotes on my Facebook account comes from Dr. King, who said that “We must learn to live together as brothers, or perish together as fools.” We’re still learning, and we haven’t yet perished, either. May the former arrive before the latter.