Saturday I went with some friends to the March for Our Lives speeches and march. It was thrilling to hear from kids instead of adults, and these kids are amazingly articulate. The crowd was friendly and the signs, as always, spot on. I came home with sore knees but pleased. I wanted to listen, since so many of our government people are not. The next day a friend and I went to hear three eighty something African American men talk about their lives. Again, just listening. They had been through so much in their lives: poverty, racism, loss of a parent. Two of them got PhDs, and ended up professors at U.C. Berkeley, and one became a lawyer and then a Superior Court Judge. One was the grandson of Ida B. Wells. Another worked with the Kennedys as a liason with Martin Luther King and Medgar Evers. They'd all been athletes in college who couldn't find anyone around U.C.L.A who would rent to Blacks. They persisted. And how! Their friendship has survived sixty plus years. They are retired and each lives six blocks from the other two.
So, this weekend, I was inspired by the very young and the very old. They have a lot to say, and we should all listen.
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