Last March I had the opportunity to visit the National Civil Rights Museum.
I never got to really blog or talk about my experiences at the museum.
So On MLK Day here it is.
I actually got a chance to visit the museum while on tour last year, while there.
Forbidden to do so I jumped the wall, which has a display of the cars King and Crew had parked at The Lorraine Motel.
With my heart beating because even though my parents have realy drilled our history in me, now I actually get to go and see the place where MLK Stood and was gunned down because he was fighting for our rights.
My Parents made us watch Black History movies, read black history books, and made sure my siblings and I were aware of the civil rights era, and our black history as a whole.
So I Jumped the wall, ran up the stairs and stood in the exact spot where Martin Stood and was gunned down.
Outside the room 306 I stood, with a respect for being in the spot Martin had stood, the reality of this was also the spot where he was fataly shot and murdered.
I stood , put my fist up for a picture in front of the room 306, right behind the reef which is attached to the balcony.
I was proud to be in this museum, I was proud to have stood in the spot Martin stood but saddened by standing in the spot he was gunned down for my rights.
The day made me appreciate even more His Dream and made me Dream I could one day help out my community and do things to help the culture, and Have a Dream so big that its bigger than me.