I believe Dr. Martin Luther King was a founding father of another sort — like a president of the American conscience — who begged us to declare independence from the cruel kings of racism, poverty and violence.
Yet we’re still bound up. Still fettered to those cruel kings. That new America — one based on brother and sisterhood, justice and peacemaking — has yet to be fully born.
I wonder if it ever will.
Dr. King taught that telling the truth with love is our vehicle, the grand train that helps us through the labor pains of creating that more perfect union. Lies and fiction won’t do it.
What if, this year, we tried to be more honest with each other? To tell the truth together?