Go to the Lincolm Memorial.
Walk to the top of the steps.
Turn around and look out across the reflecting pond.
Imagine seeing nothing but humanity, for as far as you can see.
Now imagine yourself as a young, black preacher about to make a speech that will change the world forever.
If that doesn't send chills up your spine, go to the ER and have them check to see if you're still alive.
When Bobby Kennedy was assasinated, I knew who he was, and what that meant. No one had to tell me what that event was about.
When Dr. King was assasinated, I didn't know who he was. All I knew was that Bennie Taylor, having heard that we would be getting the day off to pay respects to Dr. King, was running around the school yard shouting "free at last, free at last".
Over time I realized that those memories told me everything I needed to know about racial equality in America.