…Martin Luther King was murdered. On April 4th, 1968, my mother was pregnant with me. That day and for days thereafter, cities burned as grief and anger flowed from the people, though not most of Boston because of James Brown and his concert at the Boston Garden on the 5th, and not Indianapolis, partially because Bobby Kennedy spoke.
I’ve been thinking for days about what I could say here that might be worthwhile. I do want to say a few things: