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I wish she could be here. I think of all the subtle ways she worked for equality. Being a room mother to my 4th grade class when other white mothers wouldn't, because one of the first black kids at our school was in my class. Driving me to "the black neighborhood" to visit a friend I had made at Campfire camp, when two of my Campfire friends wanted to go but their mothers wouldn't let them. The story my uncle told about my mother standing up to a waiter in their college town, when that waiter asked some black students to leave the diner where my mom and uncle were having lunch. My uncle Al would always finish that story with, "when your mom feels strongly about something, she's a tiger!".
I wish she could see how far we've come, because of big acts like MLK's "I Have a Dream" speech, and little acts committed by all the "tigers" across this nation who stood up to injustice.
I wish she were here. :cry:
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