The words “Martin Luther King Jr.” and “trouble-maker” flew across our dining table in rapid succession.
I felt as though I’d been slapped in the face. I’d read about Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. in the paper, seen him on TV. Wasn’t the conversation taking place supposed to be important?
Well, there was no more conversation at my house.
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