(So, I know King Day has passed, but I just had to address this)
“What are you doing for King Day?” – Ugh. I am so sick of that question!
My answer: “I ain’t doing squat!”
I can feel the appalled looks from my fellow African Americans already. How could I say such a thing? Easy!
I work toward “the dream” 364 days a year; the days that few in our community care about. MLK day is the 1 day out of the year that everyone and their momma wants to fake the funk and pretend like they’re moving the dream forward by attend some event for a few hours and watching “Eyes on the Prize” (Great series, by the way).
I’m not dogging those people – it is what it is, and it’s a start. All I’m saying is that don’t look at me like I’m the worst thing that has happened to us as a people because I don’t honor King Day the way we’ve been socially conditioned to. Working toward “the dream” is my life – it’s my job, it’s my career, it’s my passion, it’s my calling. And since the market is flooded that day, I’ve dedicated that as my day of rest.
I just had to let that be known…
