No ramble today. Instead, I want to point you to a post over at my friend (and better blogger than I will ever be) Roger Green's blog, where he looks at King's Nobel Prize acceptance speech, which is still as moving and thought-provoking as it was all those years ago.
All those years ago. Heh. All those years ago, and yet here we are, in the middle of the same goddam struggle, which is heating up yet again.
Today of all days, with Friday's cannon staring us in the face, we need to remember who King really was--not the easy to swallow postage stamp version--but the real King, the man who consistently grounded his actions in an all-consuming, radical belief that we could be better than we are, as long as we grounded our movements for change in unconditional love.
I'm struggling with that last part right now.
We as a country are standing on the precipice of a huge, dark ugliness that must be fought. We must also take care that we do not become that ugliness in the process.