For Medium: “Who We Mourn When We Mourn Dr. King: Remembering the Women Who Raised Us.”

“I remember where I was when I learned that Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. had been killed. I was sitting cross-legged on the floor in the den of my parents suburban New York home. There, on a cool linoleum floor my siblings and I were ensconced, as we were on many afternoons, before the big box of a black and white television that brought us afternoon cartoons and comedies.”

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