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- Story Listed as: True Life For Adults
- Theme: Drama / Human Interest
- Subject: Biography / Autobiography
- Published: 01/24/2013
THE DAY DR. KING DIED
M, from Baltimore, Maryland, United StatesTHE DAY DR. KING DIED
Evan and I had just viewed ELVIRA MADIGAN...A tragic Swedish art house film.
She, an acrobat, and he, an officer, deserted the circus and the army respectively. They ran, hid, and loved across the flower filled countryside. It all ended with Elvira gaily chasing a butterfly that she momentarily captured...and as she released it... the frame froze as a gunshot from her lover...ended her life...followed by a second shot that presumably ended his.
It was a weeknight, but we decided to go to that movie rather than attempt any homework.
As soon as Evan dropped me off...my brother greeted me out front and said
Martin Luther King had been shot...I was still stunned by the other gunshots.
I dashed into the house where Mom and Dad were focusing on the news coverage.
The reporter was interviewing the police chief in the city where Dr. King had been murdered. Incredibly the chief's reaction had nothing to do with solving the crime. I remembered he said, "We're concerned about what these coloreds are going to do. King was like a God to those people.
Next day I'm in class and a black female classmate sobbed silently.
She sat beside me and was a far more serious student than me.
She was normally involved and rigorously participated in class discussion.
But her sorrow overwhelmed her and shamed me.
Suddenly the old south principal made an announcement over the public address system. "I ask that our students display courtesy to those students who have suffered this loss."
What an idiot! All Americans, even her bigots who celebrated this horror, were suffering this loss.
Mason between classes grabbed me and together we ran out to the front lawn
and lowered the flag to half staff...the vice principal, "Der Fuehrer," then ordered a bunch of jocks to raise it again and to guard it from those "trouble making radicals"...meaning us.
I had had enough of this mean decade dying with Dr. King.
by L Douglas St Ours
January 2013
THE DAY DR. KING DIED(L Douglas St Ours)
THE DAY DR. KING DIED
Evan and I had just viewed ELVIRA MADIGAN...A tragic Swedish art house film.
She, an acrobat, and he, an officer, deserted the circus and the army respectively. They ran, hid, and loved across the flower filled countryside. It all ended with Elvira gaily chasing a butterfly that she momentarily captured...and as she released it... the frame froze as a gunshot from her lover...ended her life...followed by a second shot that presumably ended his.
It was a weeknight, but we decided to go to that movie rather than attempt any homework.
As soon as Evan dropped me off...my brother greeted me out front and said
Martin Luther King had been shot...I was still stunned by the other gunshots.
I dashed into the house where Mom and Dad were focusing on the news coverage.
The reporter was interviewing the police chief in the city where Dr. King had been murdered. Incredibly the chief's reaction had nothing to do with solving the crime. I remembered he said, "We're concerned about what these coloreds are going to do. King was like a God to those people.
Next day I'm in class and a black female classmate sobbed silently.
She sat beside me and was a far more serious student than me.
She was normally involved and rigorously participated in class discussion.
But her sorrow overwhelmed her and shamed me.
Suddenly the old south principal made an announcement over the public address system. "I ask that our students display courtesy to those students who have suffered this loss."
What an idiot! All Americans, even her bigots who celebrated this horror, were suffering this loss.
Mason between classes grabbed me and together we ran out to the front lawn
and lowered the flag to half staff...the vice principal, "Der Fuehrer," then ordered a bunch of jocks to raise it again and to guard it from those "trouble making radicals"...meaning us.
I had had enough of this mean decade dying with Dr. King.
by L Douglas St Ours
January 2013
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