Monday, August 13, 2007

Early Morning, April 4.




I came home for lunch today and I continued watching the Stax Records Story I taped last week from PBS and, boy, it made me sad. I left off when Otis Redding went to Monterey and when it continued it talked about his plane crash. There was a hunk of it displayed at The Rock and Roll Hall Of Fame when we went there. The guy was only 27 years old and had a family and everything. Shame. Then they went on to talk to a guy who was right behind Martin Luther King, Jr. when he was shot. He talked about what happened when that picture was taken and other people talked about how it was never the same after that. I'm glad I wasn't around then. I don't know how I would have handled all that. I know I would have been in a few of those marches and gotten the shit kicked out of myself for doing so. We need him now.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

The National Civil Rights Museum is right there on the site of King's assassination. It's really well done, and it ends with you on the suite where he was killed.

Keith said...

I woulda been right there next to you, and I woulda had your back.

Besides, I love a refreshing fire hose on a hot day.

peter said...

Me, I try to stay away from those that carry around a fire hose.

Kristibelle said...

Watching that with you last night was really distressing. The way the picture was described in such detail will never ever leave me.

I'm with you about being thankful I wasn't alive in the '60s. It explains why so many people became so damaged.

Kristibelle said...
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Kristibelle said...

(screwed up my html editing on that last one)
We need him now.
Forgot to comment on your last sentence and how right on the money it is. We need another civil rights movement. And from that another women's movement (just had to get slip that in). We're in troubled times. Every day I'm "enlightened" even more about how many around us are suffering because of their skin color yet "wear the mask" (google that poem by Paul Lawrence Dunbar).