First, imagine something with me. What would it have been like to be part of the Civil Rights Movement in America? To see the Washington Monument towering above, and hear the chants of the hundreds of thousands of citizens and leaders — African American or not, Christian or not — gathering together?
What would it have been like to be on the outside, to look on with interest, wondering whether to participate or not?
And what is it like, for those looking back on it now, wishing they had done more than just observe? For those who could have been part of something bigger than themselves?