I think about the struggles faced by many who challenged the status quo.

And I remember that I, as a white male, benefit from my skin color and my gender in ways others do not. I know that though I may benefit from my skin color as did Atticus Finch, there were any number of African-American men who found themselves hanging from the end of a rope.

(as sung by Billie Holiday)

Strange Fruit - Lewis Allan

Southern trees bear a strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the Southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.

Pastoral scene of the gallant South,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh!

Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.[8]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h4ZyuULy9zs

We cannot forget the sacrfices of those who came before us. They have given too much for us to forget how they fought and died so that we might live.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o0FiCxZKuv8