I was with my family in our kitchen on the evening of April 4, 1968 when the news came over the radio: Martin LutherKing had been shot and killed in Memphis. My mom was making dinner; it must have been around 7:00. The Reverend King had been killed only an hour before. That the wounds of November,1963 had yet to fully heal-in fact, it's now plain they never will-made the news all the more shocking. I had gone to Washington, and seen the charismatic Dr.King speak against the Vietnam War
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