The Reverend Martin Luther King, Jr., a brilliant speaker and one of the key leaders of the civil rights movement, was in Memphis to speak. On the night of April 3, 1968, he delivered one of his most oft-quoted speeches to a packed church. The next evening, he and some of his closest confidants were leaving their motel room to meet some colleagues for dinner. Something horrible was about to unfold. This graphic nonfiction book tells the story of one of the saddest days in American history.
I write. I teach. I teach writing. I write about teaching. I read about writing and write about reading and teach about both when not dealing with the paperwork being a high school educator demands in our current political clime. I'm National Board Certified in my discipline (English).
I've won awards, published constantly since 1989, and just wrapped up a two-year tenure as the editor and designer of Pine Whispers (the newsletter for the North Carolina Poetry Society).
I make time for reflection, which comes in handy with all of the hats I wear. I also buy, sell and collect pop culture items ... from books and comics, to lunch boxes and action figures.
And if you've read this far, please accept my humble thanks.
This was a quick read. I read it with modern classical music playing through my earphones which made the artwork come alive like an animated film. I don't believe this story is what really happened, but it certainly is what is being mistaught children who will have to unlearn the lies when they're older.