I didn’t do anything for Martin Luther King Day as he said it all. I was a little girl who hung onto his words. My grandmother had recently died. She was a Communist (and feminist, my mother always made me add) who worked for “Negro” causes. I didn’t have visions of us being together in DC together the day of his speech. I did want to be there, and never forgot the words, the eloquence, the power and fire in his voice. Cooper has articles of the many sides of a very complex man. You also get to see an item from her very youthful wardrobe, which is as good as a Cooper and the Queen of Twin Sets post–almost 🙂
One song, and one song only, played at one occasion by one man fits.
Don’t take a Democratic win for granted. Vote in your primary.
One more year; the true countdown to becoming a Democracy again begins now.