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Martin Luther King, Jr.




Who: Martin Luther King, Jr. was a Baptist minister, and leader of the Civil Rights movement from the Mid 1950s until his death in 1968. He led thousands in peaceful, non-violent protest; and, as a result of his and others' noble efforts, the Civil Rights Act was passed in 1964 and the Voting Rights Act was passed in 1965. He is a champion of equality for all people.

How I Learned About Him: I have studied Martin's life for as long as I can remember, mostly at school, but during some leisure reading as well. Many children's books have given me the general and minute details of his life, including titles like Martin's Big Words by Doreen Rappaport and My Brother Martin by Christine King Farris (who also happens to be Martin's sister).

 Why He Has Blessed My Life: I am grateful to Martin Luther King Jr. because his efforts have made my friendships and acquaintanceships with dozens of people of various ethnicities possible--because I met them in school and the workplace. It makes my heart ache to think that less than 100 years ago I could not have met them in the same manner. I am grateful to Martin because of his example of loving his family. I am grateful to Martin for his I have a dream speech, and my heart swells to hear the words, "I have a dream that one day right there in Alabama little black boys and little black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers." It means so much to me that he wanted the best for black kids and white kids alike, together, united. I am grateful for an example of someone who peacefully pushed for change. I am grateful that he gave his all, and ultimately his life, to strive to have all of God's children treated fairly. Thanks, Martin. God bless.
Sources:

  • https://www.scholastic.com/teachers/books/martin-s-big-words-by-doreen-rappaport/
  • https://www.biography.com/people/martin-luther-king-jr-9365086

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