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Had he known early in his career that his life would have gone the way it did, do you suppose Martin Luther King would have continued down that fearsome road? 

I believe he had no choice.  I believe his destiny was so inextricably bound - predetermined, even - by the yearnings in his heart for equality, freedom and justice that the road he traveled was the only one he saw, the only one his feet could take.  All our lives were made better because he stayed the distance, walked his road in stormy weather, through the darkest woods of America's soul, despite his anger, his fear, his inevitable moments of doubt.  Martin Luther King was a remarkable human being, a beautiful man.  I can't help but wonder where we would be today had he lived.

Shortly after Rev. Dr. King was assassinated, I was introduced to the poetry of Langston Hughes, through this poem.
 
 

A Dream Deferred

by Langston Hughes

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What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up 

like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run? 


Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?

 
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

 
Or does it explode?