My earliest memories of Martin Luther King Jr. are of dogs, firehoses, police and the KKK shouting idiotically about some imminent threat to America.
Since I was at least smart enough back then to know that a bunch of night-riding, sheet-wearing *@$$#%$ weren’t a nuclear power, I remained more afraid of Russians. It wasn’t King who had us practicing hiding under our desks at school.
The civil rights images in my head from back then were gleaned from television news programs I skipped over while...
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