Remembering Those Who Died for Our Dream

On September 15, 1963, four Birmingham girls were killed by a bomb planted by the Ku Klux Klan.
They were black. It was Sunday. They were in church.
This particular incident in the fight for civil rights comes to mind as it happened on my birthday. I was 9 years old. The four girls who died that day were Adi May Collins (14), Denise McNair (11), Carol Robertson (14) and Cynthia Wesley (14).

In November of that year, John Fitzgerald Kennedy, a beloved president of the black community, was assassinated. He was in school that Friday afternoon when the news was reported. He cried when he got home, but barely noticed that the street was empty. I don’t clearly remember Malcolm X’s death (February 1965). I don’t remember much about the Vietnam War, except that I changed channels when the news images appeared on TV.
In April 1968, news was announced that Martin Luther King, Jr. was assassinated while his wife was waiting to meet the witch. The funeral was held in Atlanta and there was a peace march. My mother didn’t want me to go for fear of violence. What else can happen? I was wondering. Just two months later, Robert Kennedy was shot. It was midnight on the east coast. But that night I had a stomachache. As a result, my parents and I saw Kennedy’s victory speech and saw the tragedy unfold. Visit:- https://themartinnews.com/
I will find that I tend to use the term “black” rather than the more politically correct “African American”. In 1968 I was “colored” or “black”. But in August, the late James Brown shouted, “Speak out. I’m black and proud.” Since then, I’m proudly black.
I live in Los Angeles and watched the beginning of the Gulf War on TV. On September 11, 2001, on my way to work, I was in New York and saw two buildings at the World Trade Center burning.
Free cost. From time to time, we become obsessed with our daily lives and lose sight of the fact that we live in the exceptional country of the United States. Our ancestors have declared a “right” to our life, freedom, and the pursuit of happiness, and that right is also a privilege.
Privileges have a duty to protect themselves, just as others have supported us. Even today, in the Middle East, soldiers endanger their lives every day to maintain our freedom. We weren’t worth speaking in the government-we were blessed.
Keep in mind that many men and women of all ages died in order for you to vote, regardless of your political tendencies, in November of this year and every election day in your life. Honor them with your voice.

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