Some Unaware of King’s Dream

I’ve said it before ( In Observance of Martin Luther King Jr. Day ), but it seems to bear repeating.

Last night, I was at a party and one of the party goers, an American, mentioned that he had to leave.

"Oh, the party’s just getting started," I offered, hope to cajole him into staying.

"I have to get up at 4:30."

"You have to work tomorrow?! What? They are making you work on the birthday on one of the greatest Americans who ever lived?"

"Who might that be?" he asked with a frown.

"Um, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.," I replied, not sure what he was getting at.

He smirked, "Oh, him."

I was unsure if I had just experienced a racist moment. I suspect I had.