When I think of MLK I think of my dad. My mom was pregnant with me when my parents went to Mississippi in 1963. They just thought it was the right thing to do. A brick was thrown through our window and my dad barely escaped having his car break down in the wrong county on the way home from the Freedom Democratic Party state convention.
Here is a related piece I wrote a little while ago:http://www.huffingtonpost.com/tom-matlack/can-we-tell-it-like-it-re_b_797637.html
I did not appreciate the historical significance of events (not just the Civil Rights) until about 5 years ago. It has made me more aware of how we look back on things such as this. I think verbal histories have a very powerful spot in helping us remember the emotions and the sentiments of the times as we move farther and farther away from them.
Do you look back on your memories of that time differently as time goes on?
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