1964

It was a year of law, a day where two fountains were painted in black and white no more.

The colors of blood flowed through the streets of a nation still trying to unify from a brutal foundation.

So many martyrs for a different kind of justice.

It was a year where the entire world became attached to the comprehension of civil rights.

Why even try when you’re out numbered, out gunned and have an entire deck of cards being dealt so that you can’t win?

A decade filled with unjust tears of a scarred past too hard to let go.

An optimist would say that the great society is what you make it.

A pessimist might say that the dream was and still is “a nightmare.”

What will you say, when asked about 1964?

In a nation founded to be united, you might be left in disbelief about how many people actually fail or don’t want to remember, and are easy to forget 1964.

60 years later, where are we headed?

Did we awake or are we still living the dream? Maybe we could be daydreaming about a decade where time actually stood idle in between two worlds. ♾️ 

1964