I don't have a lot to say. I have not written in a long time. I thought of this speech. And I don't know what to think. Denying progress by being dissuaded at who is saying what? That no one can say what everyone can believe in. That we must be past this. Where are these people today.
Did we miss a chance to (with heart) appeal to anyone with a soul. I hope not. But I consider the circumstances, words there, and think this is about a non-indictment? That I had to ask people why they "were Darren Wilson"? He hadn't (isn't) been indicted.
I wonder what it was like to be inspired. probably felt like 2004. I feel robbed.
But preventing chaos? Honesty and heart. Understanding.
Getting to the point. A time things were not set up, impromptu and stopped chaos:
Bobby Kennedy got off his campaign plane in Indiana to find, to his horror, that Martin Luther King had just been shot on the balcony of the Lorraine Motel in Memphis. Warned that, for his safety, Bobby Kennedy should not go out that night, Bobby did what he always did. He ingored the advice of all but his conscience. And his conscience told him he had a responsibility to the people of Indianapolis. He had something important to say.
Kennedy was in the middle of his final, ill-fated campaign and prepared to go into the most dangerous part of Indianapolis. Just before heading to the event, his press secretary got the word that King had been shot dead by a white man.
Immediately, staff members scrambled to cancel the event. Ghettos were sure to explode in violence across Indianapolis and America. But when Kennedy chose to ignore the warnings, the Indianapolis Chief of Police weighed in.
His men could not provide protection. It was simply too dangerous.
So Bobby Kennedy went in alone that night to deliver the greatest speech of his life.
He told that broken crowd of Americans how it was not the time to embrace violence but rather to live the very values for which Martin Luther King had died.
Later that evening, riots did break out in over a thousand cities and towns across America. Parts of New York, Los Angeles and Chicago burned long into the early morning. Countless other cities and towns were engulfed in violence and rage. But that night, Indianapolis went to sleep in peace.
It was the story of how one man made a difference.
It is a reminder of how one person can still bend history.
It is a challenge sent through the ages of how we can still save a dying world.