It's hard to believe that 40 years has past since that fateful day. It started off for me like any other day. I was sophomore in high school and that day was filled with all of the typical teenage nonsense things. Concerns about friends, relatives, and acquaintances serving Nam, somehow did not overshadow the who's going with who...she think she cute...damn, I wish I'd done my English homework...James ditched class again and ain't no way Mr. Principal not gonna put some wood to his a** when he come back. Yes, just a normal day in the hood.
And then, the announcement. School would let out early - but there would be no buses. Wow! That's weird! School out? No buses? Wonder why... Oh well, we get to go home early! Bet I get him to walk me home...won't she be mad...HA! Alright!
And then, as we walked home, we realized that something must have been up. The streets were relatively clear...but there were police everywhere, kind of escorting us all home? No, as we would find out later - trying to make sure that us black kids would no find a way to leave our small black community and find our way to the white folks just a short ride or walk away cross the track. Didn't want no trouble... DAMN! They got him, too!
He was dead...he'd been assassinated...his voice now silent...and for the rest of the walk home, so was mine.
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Obliged to you for hearing me, and now old Sojourner('s Place) ain't got nothing more to say.