Imagine, if you will, a black curtain hung over this space today. Like blocking a mirror, like blocking dreams.
On this day in 1968, a coward took Dr. King's life. I was six years old and nothing about the horror touched me that day. I was too young, too protected. But for the rest of my life, yes. This man who believed in freedom for all, who believed in equality, this man who was a non-violent man of God, was killed by a single bullet. Just one.
Dr. King said, Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter. I carry those words in my heart; they are an important compass.