Today marks the 25th year that Martin Luther King, Jr's birthday is observed as a national holiday.
I was 9 years old the night in 1968 that King was shot down in Memphis. What I remember of that event from personal experience is the fear that consumed the adults around me.
My parents were out that night. When the programing on our black and white TV was interrupted with the news of King's murder my babysitter freaked out. She ran around the house making sure all the doors and windows were locked and shades drawn.
Over the next few days, maybe it was weeks, my parents were in fear about something called riots that were happening in a place called Newark that was 20 miles away.
At American Thinker Bob Weir writes about the night of April 4, 1968 when he was a policeman on patrol with his partner Leroy Spivey in the Bedford-Stuyvesant section of Brooklyn. Weir learned of the significance of King on that horrendous night by witnessing the courage and character of his partner. We can learn from Weir's account.
As our friend Bob Ingle notes today we're not there yet, but closer to King's dream of the promised land.
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well, I,too,watched the killings/unending coverage on the 3 tv networks, and those black and white pictures, more stark to recall, of both MLK and Bobby K., and the sit-ins, the ensuing riots, and then had to start college amongst all the unrest, and lost a parent, all in the same year, likely one of the nation's most turbulent and frightening years in recent American history..to see that, and have it embedded in one's memory may be why I'm so afraid for the radical changes being forced on this country,while in the vulnerable position it's now in..we need to really think of where we want to go and what's going to be left to the next generation.. hope we can be as strong and rebound as we have in the past..
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