The 50th Anniversary of the March on Washington
Today I walked with thousands of people from all over the country along a route filled with historical landmarks and present-day reminders of economic, racial and systemic injustice; -thinking of how far we’ve come, and how far we have to go. It was fifty years later, to the day, of the March on Washington in 1963. The main stretch of the 1.6 mile route took us down Constitution Avenue past the Dept. of Labor, the U.S. Courthouse, the Federal Trade Commission and the Dept. of (what passes for) Justice.
At the head of the march was a group of students from the Washington Dupont Park Adventist School. It must have been quite an extraordinary day for them. Perhaps some of them will attend the one fifty years from now, much like the people they were marching right in front of. For, walking behind them, and perhaps just a tad slower than they had in 1963, was a line of seniors, arms linked, who had all been to the original march fifty years ago as children, college students, young adults and organizers. They braved the stormy skies and once again commanded Constitution Avenue; there for each other, there for those who could not be there. There for those who would come after. A sea of umbrellas and conversations followed, as the numbers packed the westbound lanes and spilled across the sidewalks.