As I walk up the stairs of the Lincoln Memorial, recordings from his previous speeches roar out of stray recorders in the crowd, and an eerie feeling creeps in. Martin Luther King's voice reverberates within my head; I have a dream, that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character... We walk closer to Abe Lincoln.
This statue of Lincoln and the monument was installed back in the '20s, and what attracts me to this monument more than others, is the Greek temple-like feeling that it holds. Massive columns rise at the entrance, and Mr.Abe sits in the center, with two of his most popular speeches adorning the walls on his either sides.
The crowd is excited, excited at being in close contact with such a hero, I guess. You almost feel him sitting there, his eyes watching you, as you stare back, lost and confused. All such visionaries make me feel so; When I stand face-to-face with some one who had such great wants in life, such genuine wishes and the drive to make them come true, my life feels incomplete. Missing that one driving factor. At least mine always does.
I stand there, quiet, letting the crowd sink me in, a shield against all forms of guilt. My hand is shaky, as I click one final shot of Abraham Lincoln; I give up on getting a clear picture of him. Martin Luther King is back in my ears.
Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!
A new year, a new location, a new website. In an ongoing effort to encourage the Gemini in me, I am welcoming change and have moved to a new website.
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