As a child, I remember watching the civil rights marches. I remember seeing the federal troops desegregating the Little Rock Schools. In 1968, as a young man, I stood on Michigan Avenue in Chicago watching the anti-war protesters ready to march across the Chicago River bridge to Grant Park.
This is the other side of the river. I am humbled. I am thankful. My hope is renewed. I feel that maybe...just maybe...there is a chance for our children and grandchildren in this country.
Amen.
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