one of Americas greatest heroes.
a hero not just because of the words he said or the achievements he accomplished,
but how he did it.
he didn’t take anyone hostage, he didn’t gather dudes with rifles to occupy federal land, and he didn’t kill anyone in the name of any cause.
in fact he didn’t threaten anyone with violence. ever.
just the opposite: he spoke from a place of love.
love was his secret weapon, but it wasn’t a weapon at all, it was an adhesive.
love is what unified his message, his dream, and his goal with the hearts of others.
when he was jailed, he didn’t fight, when he was punched, he didn’t punch back, when others around him were struck, he didn’t strike back.
it was the gutsiest, most punk rock move he could teach: take it.
love them for they know not what they they’re doing.
forgive them because they’re actually helping move this thing along.
it’s painful for me to see elements of this country have such a hard time accepting our first black president, because it shows me how much modern racism exists.
shrouded simply in politics, but it’s straight up ignorance and fear.
but dr. king’s ideals hold true just as much now as it did then: take it.
absorb it with love.
unite with peace.
live the example of where we want to go.
be punk rock
by being the opposite of the ignorant.
speak so that others get it.
and come from a place of kindness.
we might not ever achieve a smidge of what mlk did individually, but if we simply walk along that path
together, we’ll get there,