Look to the heavens

Aug 28, 2003

I stop on my way into the apartment tonight to gaze up at bright Mars, so close this week that people are talking about its historic proximity. I walk in to see that Erin is watching a Peter Jennings special about the historic march on Washington 40 years ago. I make tea, I sit down. Dr. King speaks, and I shudder, cry. “I have a dream,” he’s saying, over and over, rolling to that awesome coda

Let freedom ring … And when this happens, when we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every tenement and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old spiritual, “Free at last, free at last. Thank God Almighty, we are free at last.”

As a boy, I wanted to go into space, to walk on the moon, Mars. As a man, I walk on earth, trying to do my part in amplifying the beautiful sounds of freedom.

Anton Zuiker

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