For me, the most historic event that took place during my generation was Martin Luther King Jr. being assassinated. I was 11 years old at the time, and grappling with what it meant to be black in America. I listened to his speeches (before his assassination); I remember feeling hopeful that somehow people would find a way to accept the fact that we are all created equal.
When he was killed, I spent time wondering what his death meant for black people. I had an overwhelming feeling that I should try to dislike others based on the color of their skin; fortunately, I found it difficult to judge others in that way. To this day, I feel a touch of sadness when I think about it. I often wonder if race related hatred would be less had he not been killed.
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