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How Martin Luther King, Jr. changed my life

Five years after Dr. King's 'I Have a Dream' speech, I heard him speak at a church in Memphis. I had come with my gang to rob ladies' purses. But I left a new man. I was not the first to be transformed by King, and I should not be the last.


Martin Luther King, Jr. addresses marchers during his 'I Have a Dream' speech at the Lincoln Memorial in Washington, Aug. 28, 1963. Op-ed contributor Luther Ivory writes: 'Much has been accomplished since the civil rights era in terms of racial equality, but King’s bold vision for America remains important.… All Americans should commit themselves...to a national examination and discussion of King's speech in its entirety.'

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Today, Americans will mark the 50th anniversary of Martin Luther King’s, Jr.'s  “I Have a Dream” speech, which Dr. King delivered on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial. It was a defining moment in the civil rights movement.

Five years after his famous speech, King was in Memphis to support the sanitation-worker strike. He spoke at a local church. It was the night before he was assassinated. At the time, I was a 15-year-old member of a local gang known as the Bungalow Braves. Several of us “Braves” heard that King was going to be down at Mason Temple that night for a rally speech.

We knew that whenever Dr. King came into town, the place would be standing room only, because he made good copy for the media and he was the closest thing to Jesus any of us knew! So, I slipped out of the back window of my house and, along with some of the Braves, went to the rally.

We were not there for positive purposes. We knew that many of the ladies attending would place their purses in the trunks of their cars for safety. We had a well-oiled theft process, and we were going to steal the money and leave the other contents, since we were “honorable” thieves.

While there, it began to rain torrentially, and the wind blew so hard it was straight-lining. This drove us into the narthex of the church. I remember women stomping their heels on the wooden floor to the songs. I remember the speakers who tried to calm the crowd, to no avail.


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