Martin, Martin, and Us

prayers of my heart, a collection of articles and writings by C. Alicia Randolph

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Each year as mid-January rolls around I begin to think about Martin Luther King Jr, his birthday and the gift that he was to this world.  I wonder what this country would have been like without him. I wonder what my life would have been like without him.  I wonder how I can best write about and honor this man, even though I am not African American, even though I can never fully understand the pain and agony that so many people have endured for centuries.  Each year, as I begin to write, there is a moment—a flash—where I feel a fraud.  How can a North American white woman—a child of the south in the 1960’s and 1970’s—write about such a man?

In this past year I have thought about Martin Luther King Jr frequently as racism, along with so many other acts of injustice, appears to have gained acceptance in…

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