To say he came out of poverty would be a stretch. His family wasn't poor, the neighborhood had standing and the house had character. His parents were by no means rich, but neither were they ever destitute. For a black man in the American South, growing up in the Depression, he and his family had a certain amount of privilege.
As a kid, he played across the street at the local fire station, where the squad--all white--was entertained by neighborhood kids.
They went to church up the block at a place made famous when, as a preacher, he came back to lead the congregation.
It's called the Martin Luther King National Historic Park because the whole neighborhood seems holy now. Inside Ebenezer Baptist, no one talks much--mostly whispers because his sermons changed everything really.
Well, that assessment may be exaggeration. After all, this isn't Charlottesville, but it could be.
And the truth is, certain aspects of the old way are gone now, never to return.
But all of that took some doing, and lots of it wasn't pretty. Millions of white Christians considered him a communist. He was trying to upend the system. One of those assessments was true. The other was created from fear and hate.
He spent some considerable time here, thought the cause worth the suffering.
He wasn't alone.
Eventually, with his inspiration and leadership, thousands marched.
He took his inspiration from world leaders who preached non-violence.
This is his copy;' those notations belong to him.
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