I remember a bulletin being read on television the evening of forty years ago. I lived close enough to Detroit in 1967 to pay attention to the bloody riots there that year.
After Dr. King was murdered , and the cities broke out into more fire and bullets, I wondered what kind of a world was out there for my generation. Vietnam raging, a presidential administration about to crumble, and I was wondering not if, but when, the draft board was going to snatch me.
It's amazing , the strides African Americans have made since Dr. King was taken from all of us.
There are still miles to go before the march to freedom and equality ends.
How nice it would be to see a grey haired Dr. MLK , age 79, preach one more sermon.
I only saw him "live" on television, and a friend of mine , as a kid, marched withe Dr. King in Selma.
My memories live on, though, stronger today, as we mark the 40th anniversary of his murder at The Lorraine Motel in Memphis , TN.