I woke up this morning to the sad, sad news of the passing of my friend and colleague, Mr. John Lewis.
Every time I would see him, I would say, "Hello Mr. John Lewis." He would respond, "please call me John." And I would say, "okay, Mr. John Lewis." We would both laugh.
Every time I would see him, I would say, "Hello Mr. John Lewis." He would respond, "please call me John." And I would say, "okay, Mr. John Lewis." We would both laugh.
I was in awe in the ‘60s and am still in awe today of the man who was larger than life. Mr. John Lewis was strong as a lion, yet gentle as dove. He loved America and was willing to work hard and sacrifice to make it a better place.
In the dark and difficult days, he reminded us to protect our inner light, maintain our hope and our spirit; that only despair can impede the cause of justice.
He told us to seek out "good trouble," teaching us that nonviolence is not the same as passivity. He never lifted a hand in anger and yet his hands shaped America.
As a student, he made the decision to devote—and risk—his life in the cause of justice. I know that he saw the same bravery in today’s young activists; that he loved them. In unity, we must continue to work together to hold America to its promise.
Thank you, Mr. John Lewis, for a life well lived. 
