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The Wind Sculpture

The Wind Sculpture

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Historical
It is the hottest day in the summer of 1965 in Jackson, Mississippi. The March on Washington and the words of Martin Luther King JR ring loud and clear in the town, yet crowds have congregated around the town square with only hatred on their minds. They are determined to remove a 12 year old black boy who sits at the foot of the town monument, a stone sculpture he is determined to paint. A sculpture began by his father who perished at the hands of the KKK weeks earlier. In this short story, on this hot, sweltering afternoon, hatred and prejudice will attempt to deny the love of a son to honour the memory of his father, but this 12 year old has only one purpose. To remain there and finish the work. “Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.” ― Martin Luther King Jr., A Testament of Hope: The Essential Writings and Speeches WRITTEN FOR MARTIN LUTHER KING DAY JANUARY 20TH. AN AUDIOBOOK WILL FOLLOW ON YOUTUBE. PLEASE SPREAD THE WORD ON TWITTER BY FOLLOWING ME AT sd_saurav
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