One might think that a middle class six year old white kid would not have memories of such days.
You might also think that Phoenix was such a wonderful mix
that the speeches and actions made no difference.
You would be wrong.
My dad was a news person.
I remember watching the news with him
every evening in the den.
My Dad made sure that, those of us who were interested,
heard and saw everything.
We were not shielded.
JFK being shot,
The LBJ speeches
I remember sitting in front of the black and white
I remember watching the people being attacked with dogs.
I remember Dad "swearing" as people were hurt for their rights.
And I remember "the Speech".
I remember going to "South Phoenix" with him
to help in the Churches "down there" when people,
mostly of Hispanic and a few Black,
We also helped the police who attempted to separate the protesters from the disrupters.
Keep in mind, I was six.
When I was seven he made sure we all went to JFK's grave
I remember standing on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial
and looking out
and being amazed
that it is where Dr King spoke.
A little kid
looking at the expanse
of where once stood a great man
and so many people.
It formed me.
It is why I taught for 30 years.