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A Loving Story

For some reason my mind keeps going back to this thought over and over. If I'd been born 40 years earlier, I would have been arrested for this.

For holding hands.

You know why?

Because we don't have the same skin color.

I can't stop thinking about this story. The story of the Loving's, a couple who got married outside of Virginia, and then were arrested as soon as they returned because they were breaking the race laws. They were then told they had to leave the state for 25 years. They did so and started a family, but after a few years they hired a lawyer, wanting to make their marriage legal. They didn't want to make a big deal out of it, but they ended up making interracial marriage legal everywhere. This trailer is the first time I heard this story, and realized what an amazing thing these people did.

I'm so grateful for the Loving's. I'm so thankful for Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. I'm so thankful for the brave people who inspired him to come to action. I'm so thankful for all the people throughout history who've ever lived and decided to finally speak up, saying this is wrong. Just the act of saying this is wrong started an irreversible chain reaction, inspiring other's to speak. Just one person is all it takes.

I'm always going to remember the loving story, whenever I look down at that hand holding mine, that some might say is another color, but I like to say we're all the same. Beautiful.

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  1. SamaraFebruary 19, 2013 at 9:48 PM

    We're all the same. No more perfect words have ever been said. I love it.

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