It's the holiday to honor Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. today, and I'm not sure what to write about. This is odd, as the man is one of my heroes, and civil rights activism is something I feel very strongly about.
I don't know if anyone else caught the new episode of The Boondocks last night on Adult Swim (if not, it will be replayed this Saturday at 11 pm - WATCH IT), but it really made me think.
(As an aside, have I ever mentioned that I love The Boondocks? If not, then I'm telling you now. I've been a fan of the comic for years, and the show is even better. The animation is great, the voice actors are talented, and the stories are to die for. When I feel as though the whole world is going mad, I can look at this show and know that there's at least one other person out there who is still sane, who, should I ever have the honor to meet him, understands the frustration I feel.)
I've been thinking about how Mr. King would be treated if he were alive today. I've been thinking about what he fought for. I've been thinking about the progress that we've made since he was shot. I've been thinking about the progress that we haven't made.
I have a lot of thoughts, but I don't have a lot of words.