My brother and I shared a bedroom during our youth, and our mornings typically began with my mother's voice signaling the start of a new day. Except for one morning in April 1968, when she sat at the edge of my bed and gently shook me out of my slumber.
“I have some really bad news,” she whispered. “Martin Luther King Jr. has been murdered.”
The jarring word of Dr. King's assassination on April 4, 1968, is one of those rare life-changing moments that is chiseled in stone for millions of Americans. Yet the memory I have of this great man diverges from how Dr. King is often presented today. Most Americans typically think of words such as “civil rights,” “justice,” “freedom” and “love” — all accurate, but incomplete.
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