Are you interested in my 1960's memories of Dr. King, before he won the Nobel Peace Prize?

Question

In 1962, after I had spent several months in an Atlanta hospital, my parents drove me home to Albany, Ga., where Dr. King was leading the Albany Movement in a vain attempt to desegregate the city. Soon after, my father decided to take my mother and me for a drive. We didn't know a civil rights protest was in progress in front of the courthouse, and we drove right into the middle of it. We came to a halt in the middle of a violent scene which horrified all of us. Dr. King was being dragged across the street by several policemen to the jail in front of the courthouse. He was literally dragged across the hood of our car, and he and I stared into each other's eyes through the windshield. I was in the front seat looking straight into his face, and I felt like I was being dragged along with him. It was a terrible thing to witness, but can you believe he smiled at me in that brief moment, as if to say, "It will be all right in the end." I sincerely hope it will be, Dr. King.

Answer 1

Wow! I hope it will be all right as well. Great post!!