Three reasons I wouldn't celebrate this guys birthday, but I would celebrate his death day.
1. I'm not black so he didn't do anything for me. His dream died when he died. If he was alive now he'd be thankful he had died, otherwise he'd probably kill himself seeing what has become of his race.
2. This so-called holiday take away from my conveniences, like going to the bank or the post office, or keeping kids in school, because we all know they could benefit from some more education. Wasn't he a pastor/reverend shouldn't he have been in his church preaching the gospel and saving souls instead of trying to be a political figure/leader. Why are blacks the only race that needs a leader, white's don't or brown's don't have a single leader trying to represent the whole races view.
3. He cheated on his wife. This is something we rarely hear about, because for some reason he's been elevated to sainthood. In the words of a college professor I once had in discussing this her excuse for him was,"it gets lonely on the road." I'm sure his wife would have been perfectly fine with that as an excuse.
