Humor me, and circle back to the 1960s for a moment. When black men and white men were separated by hatred and fear. When there were separate restaurants, bus seats, even bathrooms. We all know the stories, the violence, the grief, the deaths caused by mere man's pride.
This day strikes my soul. But for the courage of many men and women to change society's heart toward race and one another, my DREAMS would not exist today.
Just last Saturday, a dutch, completely caucasian woman, celebrated knowing Matt, dating Matt, and finally marrying Matt, a black man.
Without so many lives given willingly to stand up for what is right, my life would not exist. At least, not the way it does in freedom today. Freedom to choose who I socialize with, who I love, who I marry.
So how do I repay the debt that I owe? How can I say thank you for making my life more than a dream? Thank you for creating a world that would welcome my marriage with Matt, let us buy a house together, have a family someday?
The debt isn't repayable, but part of the answer must lie in courage. Courage to stand up for what is right, to stand up for those who cannot stand up for themselves, to put others ahead of me. Courage to dream that we can make a difference, together.