King Monument

Living in DC, one could get numb to the many(and sometimes redundant) rallies, mega conferences, and festivals. Regretfully, going to see the King Monument, felt just as numb(initially). As a resident of the District, I prefer not to indulge in misguided tourist and clusterf*cked traffic. However, my enthusiasm was reignited due to the fact my dad came in town(from South Carolina) to hang out and see the monument. Almost forgetting the King legacy, Pops' excitement and energy led me to have a moment of reflection and appreciation. Being that I am only 32 years of age, I don't have personal experiences(as my Dad does) of the Civil Rights Movement. For Dad, I'm sure, seeing this monument was not only an accomplishment for African-Americans but also a sign(along with many others) of progression and transition from what once was. So, as I shamefully came to this truth and managed to downgrade my petty issues of today's "troubles", having my dad here has once again shown the importance of knowing and understanding one's origins, and using those experiences and traditions to establish new norms in society and culture.

I know I'll say this many more times in the future, but, thanks dad.