Martin Luther King Jr. Mourns Trayvon Martin

For you, son, I dreamed a childhood unburdened by hate; a boyhood of adventure— skinned knees and hoops, first loves and small rebellions; I dreamed you whole and growing into your own manhood, writing its definitions with your daily being. I dreamed you alive, living. I dreamed you dapper— the black skin of you polished to glow; your curls, your kinks, your locs, your bald, your wild, your freshly barbered— all beautiful. For you, brother, I dreamed a world softened by love, free from the fear that makes too-early ancestors of our men; turns our boys into targets, headlines, and ghosts.