There has been a flurry of phone calls at our house over the last few days with a bunch of older white guys remembering where they were 50 years ago today. My husband Lee was a 21 year old student at Julliard 50 years ago. We heard from his roommate Phil who didn't go to the Martin Luther King, Jr. speech but called to jog Lee's memory.
Lee and a car full of Jersey boys headed down to Washington, D.C. to participate in the activities, not primarily to be a part of the civil rights movement, but to pick up girls. We heard from some of the Jersey boys yesterday. They remembered the sea of humanity. They weren't close enough to hear the speech but were impressed with themselves after the fact. They were a part of one of the pivotal moments in our country's struggle toward civil rights.
It's funny how those moments have come about. One woman, Rosa Parks, was just too tired and needed to sit down on the bus and a car full of young men picking up women were part of the body count at a particular event. Just people being people and accidentally bringing about change.