by Allen West via Facebook
On the day of MLK’s assassination 45 years ago, I was 7 years old and remember all the women screaming and crying on our street. I grew up in the shadow of his final resting place on Auburn Ave since my elementary school, Our Lady of Lourdes, was right across the street. I would gaze upon MLK Jr.’s tomb each day as I walked to the YMCA & to my mom’s workplace. If Dr. King were alive today, he would be appalled at the unemployment, lack of quality education, and level of black-on- black crime affecting our black community. Chances are he would not recognize Auburn Ave either. We must reengage and fight harder to restore his dream.