Madeleine X. Vian
2007-06-23 05:50:00 UTC
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the next few days, King continued to phone Marian Logan on almost a
daily basis. Finally, on a rain-ravaged night in Memphis he delivered a
I don't know what will happen now. We've got some difficult days ahead.
But, it really doesn't matter with me now because I've been to the
And I don't mind. Like anybody, I would like to live a long life.
Longevity has its place. But I'm not concerned about that now. I just
want to do God's will. And he's allowed me to go up to the mountain, and
I've looked over and I've seen the promised land. I may not get there
with you. But, I want you to know tonight, that we, as a people, will
get to the promised land. And so, I'm happy tonight. I'm not worried
about anything. I'm not fearing any man. Mine eyes have seen the glory
of the coming of the Lord.
--Sweat streaming from his brow, and his eyes watering heavily, King
moved to his seat. Some thought him so overcome by emotion that he was
crying . . . --
Early the next evening, Martin Luther King was shot to death on the
balcony outside his room at the Lorraine Motel.
Of course, Marian Logan's memo could have been just that: a memo.
Perhaps it was nothing more . . . real . . . than that. Perhaps it was --