The day Martin Luther King was murdered in 1968 I was sitting in the back room of a bar in Toronto, waiting to link interview a number of young Americans who were dodging the draft. A lot of urban American slums were soon to be put to the torch as mass riots broke out, and I remember thinking I was glad I was sitting in that Canadian bar. Nearly a quarter of century later I wrote a book review about what the confessed killer said happened, and he responded... |
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