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On The Dead


We learn from the dead. The dead teach us what the living cannot. Their mistakes, their words are meaningless when they are alive. It's their deaths that bring meaning to it all. Their mistakes are lessons; their words are shouts of inspiration. Until they are dead, it's as if everything they do lacks resonance. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. preached on the wrongness of racism and segregation and black vs. white in a country that thrives on equality and freedoms. His words were mere whispers compared to the reverberating roar his lessons are today.
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