I worked for Dr. King for three years. He was my employer, my minister, my friend. I remember the living room of his simple home…
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It was spring of 1965 A white minister went into a black café in Selma Alabama When he came out, he was clubbed in the…
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The nightmare
The story behind the picture*. The night Dr. King’s Dream turned into a nightmare. I had the privilege of working with Martin Luther King in…
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