I am the daughter of a man who endured racism his entire life.
This photo below shows my dad protecting Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., when he spoke in Paterson, NJ (where I was born and raised) a week before his assassination.
I shared this photo many times on MLK day and, when I was a little girl, always brought this polaroid to show and tell. Did you have show and tell as a kid?
I am very proud of this legacy.
What this photo doesn't tell is that my dad was one of a handful of Black police officers in the Paterson Police Department.
The white officers refused to ride with him in a squad car so he was forced to ride motorcycle.
The white officers would yell at him every morning that they hoped he'd crash and kill himself on that motorcycle.
So, when Dr. King came to town, he was surprised that he was chosen to be in a 'plain clothes' assignment to protect him.
The truth was, they knew that there was a 'hit' out on Dr. King and they didn't want any white officers to be in danger, so, that's how daddy got to be in the presence of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. that day in March, 1968.
It pains me to hear stories of what the Black men and women in the 1960's had to endure.
I'm proud of their resilience and survival. It continues to strengthen me when I feel like there is no hope for this country that I live in.