An Evening Forty Years Ago
Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated on April 4, 1968. When I began to think about that night, I think of the failed effort of a group of us to gather with others to decide what to do. We were in an accident on our way to campus; our driver hit a pedestrian. The person, thankfully, wasn't badly hurt.
The anxiety from the accident and the inability to express anger and rage were most of my emotions, but no sorrow. Because King's death was not totally unexpected, there was an uneasy acceptance. Now was the time to act, mourning would be another day.
Tonight when I began to think about that night, I hear this music.
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