Yesterday (8-28-2013) we celebrated the fiftieth anniversary of the March on Washington (8-28-1963). No doubt, the Dream of the slain Dr. King is a journey, not a destination. The only regret is that the African American race (known by different words at the time) had to fight for civil rights that were God-given rights all along. I am Caucasian but I have friends in all races, all religions, all walks of life and never in my life have I condoned bigotry. The tragedy of 9-11 brought the races, creeds, and religions closer together and the election of the first African American president in 2008 albeit he and I have differences of opinions has brought us to the see the light at the end of the tunnel. The assassination of Treyvon Martin by George Zimmerman reminds us although we see the light, the tunnel is Earth itself and there is no nirvana until we are in thy kingdom. Nonetheless, anyone who marched in 1963 reading this, you are free at last, you were free the day you stood up to Satan, the root of all prejudice. We’ll all meet on that shining city on the hill someday.