We had a rare event for a work trip, with a chance to see a local sight at the end of two days of meetings.

This is the Martin Luther King memorial in Atlanta, Georgia.

It was an interesting place to walk around for an afternoon.

I’ve always been fascinated how, when there is a known need for change, the world latches onto a single individual for the inspiration and leadership to overcome the inertia of change.

This is the church where he gave his sermons.

The thing that amazed me most, I think of the segregation of blacks and whites as being a historical event. Something buried in the past, an outrageous and entirely unacceptable view of the world we live in today.

To read on his tomb the assassination date of 1968 brought it home how recent it all was. 44 years ago.

I can only hope that our new born son grows up in a world where new norms are considered the standard. I can only hope that the basics of life such as sexual preferences, cultural norms and race are appreciated for their differences rather than penalised.