With the long run of murders and chaotic state of life in New Orleans, it's sorely evident that Dr. Martin Luther King's struggle lives on. Many in this country have abandoned an invaluable site of cultural heritage.
My grandmother hailed from Henning, Tennessee (just outside of Memphis) and when I was eight I went on a trip there with her and my mom for Easter. Recently, I had a sudden memory that we'd gone to the motel in Memphis where MLK Jr. was shot in 1968. My clearest image is of a wreath on the door of the second-story room where he had been standing, and I remember my mother's stony face. How impossible it seemed.
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