I was 9 years old when The Right Hon. Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated.
My parents were long-time supporters of Civil Rights and, particularly, the use of non-violent civil disobedience to attain the right to self-determination, from the time Mohandas K. Gandhi (the "Mahatma," or "Great Soul") used the tactic to persuade the United Kingdom to let it be independent after World War II, through the "Freedom Riders" of the late 1950s and early 1960s, to the Sanitation Workers' Strike and Lunch Counter sit-ins of King's protesting the Jim Crow laws that allowed the defeated states that rose up against the government in a treasonous act called the Civil War in an attempt to preserve slavery to perpetuate our own Apartheid, relegating African-American citizens of those states to separate "but equal (hardly)" education, employment, housing, services, and even restaurants, hotels, and public spaces and water fountains.
At a time when the majority of African-Americans were descendants from slaves, who had been brought to America and bred in America against their will, not immigrating from Africa.
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