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Reflections on MLK

I asked Grayson to share with me what he knew about Martin Luther King, Jr.

"Martin Luther King, Jr. was really nice. He didn't want to fight or have wars or anything. He just wanted to be nice. But there were ghosts who didn't like him, and they didn't want him to have a parade. But he had a parade anyways, which was the right thing to do, just like when that lady, Rosa Parks, do you know her? She wouldn't give up her seat on the bus even though the bus driver asked her to and called the police. That was the right thing to do, too, because some people used to steal other people and them sell them! How can they be so stupid? Some of the people got away and used the Little Dipper to follow an underground railroad to a house where they would be safe. I REALLY want to go on that railroad sometime! And some kids had to go to school really far away from their house just because they were white. Isn't that stupid, too?

So the police took Martin Luther King, Jr. to jail for leading the band in his parade, but they let him out and now we can have parades whenever we want to. I don't want to tell you this, Mom, but there is a really sad ending. A man shot Martin Luther King, Jr. at his hotel, and the doctors couldn't fix him and all of his blood leaked out and he died."

So there you have it.

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Anonymous said…
All this Grayson material is going to be a goldmine for his friends, when they start Googling each other's names in a couple of years. :-)
January 17, 2008 at 10:04 AM
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