I want to remember my ancestors that I knew and loved, my Great Grandparents. I knew them personally and heard of their trials of the Civil Rights movement. They were only a generation away from slavery, and I was blessed to hear and know them. They scrubbed floors, ate last at the table, and were mistreated with the visible red tape of segregation. They moved from the South to have a better life for their family. It’s that strength that lets me know my ancestors have always known God.
I thank God for birthing me into this natural and spiritual family. I thank God for bringing my ancestors over.
Mahalia was the voice of this movement. Thank God for everyone who suffered in this movement; and bless those who continue to sacrifice for equality.
We take for granted where we are today and must recognize our history. Take and build…
Praise be to God and His Son, MY LORD & SAVIOUR…JESUS CHRIST!
MARCH ON WASHINGTON 1963