My name is Benjamin Apple. John Robert Wilson won't
let me live my dreams. Will he let you live yours? Submit your dream.

Equality
Me: Hey, JR. How's it going?
JR: Blerrrrrrr.
Me: A friend of mine has a dream that Martin Luther King, Jr.'s dream (about people of all races sitting down together at the table of brotherhood) will come true. I think this has already happened, though! We have a black president now; I know that doesn't automatically fix everything, because people are imperfect and there will always be prejudice, but it definitely speaks to the degree of healing we've been able to achieve in such a relatively short period of time. I think I want to finally use my big, rubber "Dream Come True" stamp on this one.
JR: Cluhhhh. I have to use numbers this time. 1) Towards the end of his life MLK considered the civil rights movement to have failed, and was beginning to consider non-non-violent means of resistance. Then he was shot. 2) We have a mixed-race president. It's weird that we call everyone who has any African genes whatsoever "black." To me this smacks of its own special sort of super-ethnocentrism. It's like saying if you have anything less than 100% pure Caucasian blood, you can't be called "white." Like, "white" is a more difficult status to attain than "black." Do you follow me? I dunno, it's just weird and it makes me sad. My point is that you're weirdly racist without even realizing it. 3) Obama was elected, yeah, but minorities are not suddenly being treated any differently. They're more likely to be hassled by police, less likely to make a fair wage, etc. This is a long-term situation with very slow and unsteady progress. It might not even make sense to call it "long-term," because that implies that eventually the goal will be achieved. It may be that a certain percentage of people are just genetically predisposed to be xenophobic. Who knows? 4) You will never use that rubber stamp, and it breaks my heart to have to be the person to tell you this. 5) BUMP SLICKA BUMP BUMP, chicka-chicka tra-tra, TRALALALA LALALALA DURRRRRRRRRFFF.
This was Dan Chamberlain and Martin Luther King, Jr.'s dream. Sorry, guys.