The image of Rev. Jesse Jackson and this post I found by sua sponte sums it up.

“Of all the amazing pictures and little moments of this historic night, there is one image I will carry longest of all.

Say what you will about the Rev. Jesse Jackson; he is certainly an imperfect man whose place in history has yet to be determined.

Two facts, however, are indisputable.

On April 4, 1968, Jesse Jackson was standing on a balcony at the Lorraine Motel in Memphis, Tennessee, when the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., standing next to him, was struck and killed by an assassin’s bullet. Jackson was in such shock that during his first TV news appearance that day he was still wearing a shirt liberally covered with Dr. King’s blood.

Robert F. Kennedy, whose own date with destiny was soon to come, said this on that awful day:

Even in our sleep, pain which cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, until, in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God.

What we need in the United States is not division; what we need in the United States is not hatred; what we need in the United States is not violence and lawlessness, but is love, and wisdom, and compassion toward one another, and a feeling of justice toward those who still suffer within our country, whether they be white or whether they be black.

So I ask you tonight to return home, to say a prayer for the family of Martin Luther King — yeah, it’s true — but more importantly to say a prayer for our own country, which all of us love — a prayer for understanding and that compassion of which I spoke.

We can do well in this country. We will have difficult times. We’ve had difficult times in the past, but we — and we will have difficult times in the future. It is not the end of violence; it is not the end of lawlessness; and it’s not the end of disorder.

But the vast majority of white people and the vast majority of black people in this country want to live together, want to improve the quality of our life, and want justice for all human beings that abide in our land.

Forty years and seven months to the day after that terrible April night, Jesse Jackson stood in a crowd of 60,000 people in Grant Park in Chicago, and watched and wept as America elected a young African-American man to the Presidency.

In the words of Abraham Lincoln, paraphrased so very well by that young African-American:

The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battle-field, and patriot grave, to every living heart and hearthstone, all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.

It’s a great day to be an American.”

@Pearls_of_Trust - 

That’s not racist at all. That’s a complement…lol