The legacy of Dr. King

Is is possible, I wonder, that we can spend one day, this year, not pretending that vengeance, spite, pettiness, and the like are our best, our most liberal or our most conservative, our greatest, our strongest of values and legacies?

Is it possible that we could honor this man who committed his life to the love of his fellow man without pretending that our lesser commitments are somehow as good as this good man?

Is is possible for us to be honest, if only for just one day?

And maybe then we could learn to be honest about what constitutes our strongest values as a matter of our lives.

Perhaps, then, we can, in fact, be better, for which pretending can be no substitute.