I do remember this. A poem by one of my all time favorite poets - Langston Hughes. He wrote this poem in 1925.
Rereading it now, almost one hundred years later, I hear the words coming again from another generation. These words are shouted at BLM demonstrations, repeated as the names of the black victims of police brutality and other racist crimes, whispered from the hearts of black men and women dealing with microaggressions as they go about their daily lives. And my heart breaks.
One hundreds years ago, this man asked for a seat at the table. And we have continued to fail him and so many others.
We need to do better, America.