The “whitewashing” of Dr. King’s pursuit for black empowerment and Inauguration day thoughts.

Murder and Fire: A Dark Night

My dad walked into the house on the evening of January 10, 1983. The week before, I turned seven years old. I don’t recall what I did on my birthday, only that I had cake and ice cream while watching the Rose Bowl. It was a yearly tradition for me. Dad came through the garage…