I’ve always been glad to share a birthday with Martin Luther King, Jr. One of the great leaders of the civil rights movement, he was shot down before he was forty. At thirty-four years old – the age I’m turning this year – he gave his “I Have a Dream” speech in front of the Lincoln Memorial; a speech that has been shared with school children around this time of year for decades; that has been quoted by people far and wide these forty-five years since. The older I get, the more aware I become that people moved mountains by the time they were my age. It’s sometimes hard to fathom, but how lucky we are that they had the courage and tenacity to speak, to act.
Dr. King was not a vegan. One of his sons, however, is, as was his wife in the last decade of her life. It’s easy to theorize that, had Dr. King lived, he would have made the connection that we always hope people will make – as Dexter Scott King put it in an interview with Vegetarian Times eighteen years ago, “If you’re violent to yourself by putting