MLK Day, according to what I see on the newscasts, is a day of service. For me, it has been a day of rest. I took a break from almost everything that the Civil Rights Movement fought for and I slept the day away. I am thankful to God for all that was done on my behalf. People were murdered, families were terrorized, protesters were pummeled, fire-hosed, beaten, and falsely arrested all so I could have the same opportunities and options afforded to white people by the great United States of America.

