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Martin Luther King’s public and personal writings are different because his public writing is about our nation’s democracy, freedom, and the equality of all beings; his personal writing is about the oppression and discrimination of black Americans, in both his times and in the past.

His public writings discribes how our nation failed to provide democracy, freedom and equality to its citizens of color. “It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned”. His public writings’ objective is to justify his nonviolent movement by exposing and denouncing the inequality, police brutality, human rights abuse, and violence against black citizens.

The letters are words of Martin Luther King as a clergyindividual to glergymen who are equal in terms of religion for the moment, but yet so much apart by racial differences. In the letters, King explains the necessity of the human rights nonviolent struggle movement, King explains the historical abuse, and the inhumane suffering of slaves. Martin Luther Kings urges his people to join the protest, to join the nonviolent fight for human rights. His letters offer lots of analogies of the right to rise and seek freedom, King offers analogies based in historical facts for the movement to continue. King preaches his nonviolence philosophy over and over despite of all the violence received in the past and present agaist black Americans.These examples exposed the cruelty of racism. Martin Luther King was a genius of persuation through vivid examples and life experiences.

Martin Luther King is pasionate about his nonviolence struggle phllosophy, his belief in our nation’s constitution, the founding father, freedom and human rights. I learned that I need to read more of his writings, and I learned that Martin Luther King advocacy for human rights is fundamental in the history of the United States.

The key communication lessons that I learned from Martin Luther King are his passion, conviction of his beliefs, and his determination to convince people with facts, analogies, and suffering experiences of black people. “ThIs “wait” has almost always mean “never””., “Like a boil that can never be cured as long as it is covered up but must be opened with all its pus-flowing ugliness to the natural medicines of air and light, injustice must likewise be exposed, with all of the tension its exposing creates, to the light of human conscience an the air of national opinion before it can be cured.”. This is an impactable analogy of phisiological suffering in the human body and human right abuses. There is no question that Martin Luther King is an American Hero!



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Time slows down when you are waiting.

It separates the mind.

I want and I will.

Now and tomorrow are far away.

Patience is the science taking us there.

It’s what you do with your time the key to move on.


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I’m seeing coffee plantations, coffee pickers, and families working hard.

I see families breaking up and fleeing to safety.

Poverty, economics and opression are the cult to blame.

Happiness dynamics in the ruins take shape.

Along the sismical turbelance and caos, there is hope.

The north start shines a future.

An unknown challenge to overcome.

The value to try it and take the journey to better lands is priceless.


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With a Mocha Java medium roast, I wait for my 80 year old mother in law.

Tasting coffee and thinking about coffee.

My childhood in a coffee cup.

11:45 P.M.

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The forcast is snow for April 13, 14 and 15.

Our loving and hugging fits the weather.

A year has gone by and closeness seems strange and alien.

Where are we destined, if we are not in tuned with the evolution for love?

Time transpires and in the waves of transformation, I can’t ride alone.

The components of living and loving harmonically are mising.

Our waves of love might end crushing our dreams.


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When I was 18 years old,
On June 3, 1979, I turned 18 years old. It was the rainy season in El Salvador and I was in the middle of 11th grade. I had started high school late due to my birth date year. My mother had emmigrated to the US when I was nine years old, and my siblings and I were living with my grandmother. The cold war was taking foot in Central America, and the social and political instability was heating up in El Salvador. As a result, I had several life-changing events in 1979 that radically impacted my life. The first impact was my indoctrination into the Marxism Leninism movement; and the brainwashing by communist leaders in the political and social battle between the left and the right. We were young high school students, soft at heart and with brains hungry to learn and eager to get involved in the revolutionary movement. At this age, we were easy targets. I had read Marx, Lenin, Engel, theology of liberation and Socrates philosophy about communism, struggles of the masses, critique to capitalism and the communist manifesto. These readings were our justification to be against the then-establishment, the injustice and the poverty we were living in. It scarred my soul forever, and it made who I am now, and what I believe in politics. Because of my young political beliefs, my mother became concerned for my safety in the dangerous social turmoil El Salvador was becoming. In November of 1979, she took a flight back to El Salvador determined to bring me to the US. I had not seen my mother for ten years, but she was well aware of what was going on in the region. Nicaragua had fallen to communism, and the Carter’s Administration had a propaganda campaign to justify intervention and to provide the support for the military leaders in control of the Salvadorian government. People were being killed, assassinated and massacred every day. By November 1979, I was saying good byes to my comrades and friends who in return either were wishing me good luck or calling me a traitor. The truth was that I was very happy to see my mother, my new sister, and to get the hell out of El Salvador. By February 1980, I was attending the 12th grade at Manual Arts H.S. in South Central, Los Angeles. My first year in high school was tough. I did not know the language, and because I was a senior, my classes were hard. My ESL level was not at its best, and the cultural change was another challenge. Most the students were black, and I had never seen or lived within a different culture. But, the adaptation got better when I got involved in sports. I started running track and cross country and I excelled at it. Manual Arts High School made me a runner and made me believe that I could overcome the challenges ahead of me. By June 3, 1980, I was 19, and ready to move on. Manual Arts let me finish my first and last year of high school, and by the beginning of 1981, I was enrolled in my first community college and ready for a new challenge. All these life-changing events, which happened when I was eighteen, changed me forever

Alice in view

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You touch the inner core of my soul.

A volcano erupting magna to transform the past.

The heat is intense, and navigating aids have stopped working.

The energy is vast and it blinds my vision.

Love is forgotten, and a fight is engulfed.

Oh dear love, will the tremors of power end our abysm,

 Or silence and calmness will soon settle,

 Or love will revive and engage onto a new harmony?

Let the sky guides the winds to embrace our souls.

Let the birds bring music along the journey of our lives.

Where is the touch that can transform our souls into sweet core?


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