On Friday mornings, I help out in Parker’s kindergarten class. During center time, I teach one of the centers as the kids rotate in groups. This past Friday, my assignment from the teacher was to read a picture book on the life of Martin Luther King Jr. As I read about Dr. King’s life and dream, I looked into the eyes of confused children.
What I was reading to them didn’t make any sense. Dr. King had a dream that:
“. . . one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.”
The kids had so many questions: Why couldn’t the kids go to school together? Why couldn’t the people ride the bus together?
I live in southern California where ethnic diversity is very much an integral part of everyday life. In my son’s classroom alone, there are children from Peru, Mexico, China, Korea, Egypt, Lebanon, and Canada. It’s one of the things I love most about living here. Children from all over the world gather in a single classroom, just as Dr. King once envisioned. And they’re friends. They can’t even fathom that it might have once been different elsewhere.
Dr. King had a dream that kids – no matter their color – could learn together, play together, and live together. In some parts of the country at least, his dream is now a reality.