Yesterday a Facebook friend posted this video, which is a compilation of the events that happened on August 28, 1963 at the March on Washington for Peace and Freedom.
It reminded me of the hope we all had back then. We thought we could change the world. And for a while, it seemed like we could. Less than a year later, on July 2, 1964, Lyndon Johnson signed the Civil Rights Act. The following year, the Voting Rights Act of 1965 was ratified.
But now many of those achievements are under fire. Billionaires who do not believe in democracy are trying to turn this country into a plutocracy — a government run by and for the richest few.
We've also seen the Supreme Court invalidate key parts of the Voting Rights Act.
I can't recall a time when racism was more proudly proclaimed. People parading around with Confederate flags, white supremacists running for public office. It's all so disheartening.
I miss the unbridled hope I had in the 1960s.
"Hold fast to dreams,
for if dreams die,
Life is a broken-winged bird
that cannot fly."
– Langston Hughes