God Bless the Dead

Yesterday was the anniversary of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr's assassination in Memphis. Sometimes it seems as though my city can never shake the stigma of April 4, 1968. We built a National Civil Rights museum on the ground where his place of assassination, the Lorraine Motel, stood, but the weight still seems to be on our shoulders and this city. Perhaps this contributes to the spirit or apathy that I feel in my beloved city. Let us all try to remember his dream and make sure that it doesn't fade away.
Be easy, readers.