The Dream....

Until 1965, black people in many parts of America could not use the same restroom, drink from the same water fountain, eat at the same restaurants, gather in the same public places, sit anywhere they like on public transportation, or attend the same schools as white people. It was just 1965, and black people could not get into colleges, get jobs in many organizations, or obtain home loans like white people did. This is the era my father graduated from college.

What would his life have been like if he was black? He was the son of a machinist and farmer who went to college on an aviation scholarship from Civil Air Patrol. If he was a young black boy would he have been able to fly a plane? And get college paid for because he could? Would he have gotten his first job building crafts for space exploration? What would my life be like if my father had not been college educated, and made enough money to send me to college?

At the same time my parents were meeting and soon marrying, my dads eyes were looking to the moon and dreaming of traveling there, and Martin Luther King was dreaming of a day of not having to drink from a seperate water fountain.



And the Day Would Come...