There's something so breathtaking about black and white images. The duality of their look - old and outdated - yet chic and modern day...at the same time. This picture captured my attention a few days ago. I believe it may have been on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram... it really escapes me now exactly where I saw it. All I know is I immediately loved it.
Is she facing her fears or establishing who's boss. Or are they simply admiring each other's beauty. Whatever the case may be I thought such a powerful photo would be fitting for today.
As a child, staring at his picture - proudly framed on every wall of every house I visited - he seemed old and larger than life. The realization that he was younger than me when he was killed makes his sacrifice even more visceral.
How proud he would have been at the election of this nation's first Black president. How saddened would he be by the fact that the post - racial America he spoke so passionately about is still non-existent.
One of my favorite quotes of his...and there are many....is "the arc of the moral universe is long but it bends towards justice".
President Obama, then a Senator in 2008, elaborated on that quote with these words "It bends towards justice, but here is the thing: it does not bend on its own. It bends because each of us in our own ways put our hand on that arc and we bend it in the direction of justice...."
So, just as I've always done....