I never met Martin Luther King Jr.. I met his father, mother, wife, and children and worked with some of those who were with him at the Lorraine Motel on April 4, 1968.

As it happened, I was in graduate school at Memphis State University and in support of the sanitation workers strike that brought Dr. King to Memphis.

I left late the night he was killed heading back to Georgia and remember lines of National Guard vehicles on the Memphis in-bound lane on the express way. The nation was expecting violence and I wanted to be back in Georgia if it happened. I became involved in the Civil Rights Movement while teaching in Alabama in 1969, then moved to North Carolina and then returned to Georgia in 1973. It was then that I began a 30 year involvement in Historically Black Colleges and Universities.

The Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., was a Bodhisattva. He said he was a drum major for justice. This imagery