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210 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2002
Gospel, blues, and love songs often suggest that birthing is hard, dying is difficult and there isn't much ease in between.
Death of a beloved flattens and dulls everything. Mountains and skyscrapers and grand ideas are brought down to eye level or below. Great loves and large hates no longer cast such huge shadows or span so broad a distance. Connections do not adhere so closely, and important events lose some of their glow.
Everywhere I turned, life was repeating itself. The photograph of Coretta Scott King, veiled and standing with her children, reminded me of the picture of Jacqueline Kennedy with her children. Both women were under the probing, curious, and often sympathetic eye of the world. Yet each stood as if she and her children and her memories lived together in an unknowable dimension.
On radio and newspapers, Martin King's name was linked again and again with the name Malcolm X. As if the life and death of one confirmed the life and death of the other.