When I was teaching composition I always showed my students the "I Have a Dream" speech on the day we talked about rhetoric. As a rule, I never got weepy in class, but watching this always threatened to bring me over the brink. (Another thing that can be trusted to bring me right to the edge: the end of "Sonny's Blues.")
Since I've been looking through the Observer archives this weekend, I may as well mention wrote a column about this in college, too. This one was picked up by a college newswire and reprinted in a few other papers—the only time that happened to me, as far as I know.
Monday, January 21, 2008
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