Five decades after Dr. Martin Luther King shared his dream on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial, I had a front row seat to history.
On the 50th anniversary of the famous “I Have a Dream Speech”, I traveled to the nations capital to report from the March on Washington. That was the story many of you saw on our newscasts, but wow where there some other great stories.
I rode up with a group of Roanokers on a chartered bus. One person asked me not to put them on camera because they called in “sick” to work. For this person, going to the march was that important. They’d been alive during the 1963 march. They were 15-years-old. They wanted to go then, but like a lot of parents at the time, mom and dad said no, not sure if the March of 1963 would erupt into violence.
Another person I talked with while covering this story also didn’t go to the March in 1963. At that time they too were a young adult. The person candidly and bravely admitted their family was fearful of blacks. By nature, this person inherited some of those same attitudes and it wasn’t until later, they realized we’re not so different.
That was the beauty of yesterday’s event, to watch people of all races and religions gather at the National Mall in harmony. There was so much bloodshed to get to this point and while we still have setbacks, reporting from the 50th anniversary was a picturesque moment that’ll be with me forever.