Summary: Will we remember Charles Xavier and his fight for equal rights for mutants and humans alike?

Author's note: I don't remember last names so I only used first names.

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To the person who will find and read this letter,

I remember it from long ago. I lived in the small town of Grandview, Washington and I was maybe five or six when my daddy pulled me onto his lap. The television was turned on and the news blared loudly over the speakers. A man named Charles Xavier was on the screen along with his "band of mutant do-gooders." I didn't know what a mutant was or why they were so important that they would make the six o'clock news in our little town. The newscaster just said that Mr. Xavier was the lead foreperson in the debate for mutant rights. My daddy looked at the man like he was a hero and so, I just had to know what the big deal about him was.

After the news report was over, my daddy flipped of the television. I was quiet for a moment and then I asked the question I had been wondering for so long. "Daddy, who's Charles Xavier and what's a mu-mu-mufant?"

"They're called mutants sweetie," my daddy began. Then he explained that a mutant was a human but they were just born different than the rest of us. They had gifts that a normal person just wouldn't have. They made them special. My daddy went on to explain that humans hated mutants because they feared them and fear makes people hate things that they wouldn't normally hate. Especially mutants. He explained how Xavier wanted humans and mutants to coincide with each other and live together in peace and harmony. That that was Xavier's dream for the future. He also explained that the X-men were Xavier's team, they were the beginning of his dream. And that they were all willing to fight for this dream.

It took eighty-four years for Xavier's dream to finally be realized. Eighty-four years and not one X-man is alive to witness what all their hard work resulted in. They all died at least thirty years ago. Even old Logan a.k.a. Wolverine kicked the bucket twenty-two years ago and everyone thought that he would live forever, with that whole instantaneous healing thing that he had. I remember watching the news reports of each of their deaths. More than half of the X-men died as a result of battle and the others died of illness like old Wolverine. I remember crying at each of their funerals. Each one was the loss of one of the world's heroes who can't be replaced. They were the ones who gave all mutants everywhere a little hope for the future.

But the only problem is, it may have been Xavier's dream and it may have been his actions that started these mutants' rights, but no one gives him the credit anymore. The senators and the congressman who made these rights into law are the ones who have been given the credit. They get all the credit while the real dreamers, fighters, and sacrifice makers lie forgotten in their graves.

So, as I finish this letter, I hope it finds its way into the right hands. And when you read this, please remember these people who have been so rudely forgotten. I have them listed at the bottom. Thank you.

Signed,

A friend

Charles Xavier

Marie a.k.a. Rogue

Ororo a.k.a. Storm

Logan a.k.a. Wolverine

Kitty a.k.a. Shadowcat

Jean Grey

Scott a.k.a. Cyclops

Evan a.k.a. Spyke

Kurt a.k.a. Nightcrawler

Bobby a.k.a. Iceman

Jubilation Lee a.k.a. Jubilee

Remy a.k.a. Gambit

They fought long and they fought hard but in the end they were forgotten like all true greats.