MLK’s speech was different. The first time I read it to myself, it brought tears to my eyes. Specifically the line, “a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.” Though I was a teenager mostly focused on the people and relationships directly connected to me at the time, this line and everything I read or saw of the Civil Rights movement afterward took me out of myself, made me recognize an experience beyond mine.