Miss M had heard a little about Martin Luther King, Jr., in school last week, and I sketched in a few details about his guiding principles, using vague, preschool-appropriate language. Then she wanted to know why he died. So we explained that some people did not like his ideas; his ideas made some people very angry, and someone got so angry that he hurt Martin Luther King.
“And he died,” she piped up.
“His ideas were very different, but so important. Even after he died, his ideas kept going. If it weren’t for him, Barack Obama probably wouldn’t be the President.”
“Oh,” she cried, “I LOVE Barack Obama.”
Sing it, sister.
Then she wanted to send MLK an email. Not sure how that would work, exactly, although she logically pointed out that he’s in the ground, so we should send it there. (Hey, if you can send the Rebbe a fax, it’s hard to argue with her.)