For the four men sitting at the end of a bar in downtown Stuart, Florida -- on the day commemorating the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr. -- Monkey Monday was the term they used to express their contempt for the holiday. And, I surmise, for black people in general.
I overheard only snippets of their conversation. But the phrase Monkey Monday -- repeated often, with great emphasis -- was unmistakable.
Six days later, at the conclusion of an unforgettable week in U.S. history, I find myself trapped in a moment in time.