I remember hearing of his
murder on that day.
I was shocked in a resigned
sort of way. Dr. King was constantly
under threat of death; had spoken of anticipating an early death. In Harlem (NY) one late summer afternoon he
was critically stabbed. It was in
Memphis, Tennessee that he was shot and killed.
I was miserably sad. I was angry.
Actually, these forty-five
years since Dr. King’s assassination, the anger I felt then is the emotion I
remember most now when I think of that day.
In no way did I express my anger at the time. In cities across this nation, unfortunately,
many others did. (Internet search ‘1968 Dr. King Riots’)
Dr. King was important to
me. He was a learned, reasonable,
passionate, brave, and an articulate leader who ‘had my back’. I always knew my father ‘had my back’. For many years I knew my husband ‘had my
back’ (a reason why our divorce was so painful). My father, husband, and Dr. King cared about
the quality of my life. Quite honestly, I
haven’t felt any single living individual has had my back in any fashion since Dr.
King was taken from us.
I was born when
discrimination, segregation and injustice against black people was a crucial topic
of discussion and political discourse in America. Such was the case even into my adulthood. “Segregation’s wrong/It’s not wrong.” “It’s time for a change/Not yet – separate
but equal is just fine.” “It’s an issue for each State to resolve with appropriate legislation/The Constitution of the
United States must include language that assures fair and equal treatment for all.”
Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. didn’t waver
from leading the nation toward implementing Federal laws that gave me and mine
access to all the nation could provide for anyone. Yes, Dr. King had my back and I knew it. Losing him was a personal loss.
Dr. King ’s dedicated work
inspired many throughout the world.
Dr. King has been gone 45
years yet he continues to inspire us to continually seek justice for all.
May we always be grateful for
him.

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