Being Black<Tab/>
If I were Martin Luther King Jr.
Two incidents happened in my late childhood and early adolescence that had a tremendous effect on my development. The first was the death of my grandmother. She was very dear to each of us, but especially to me. I sometimes think I was her favorite grandchild. I was particularly hurt by her death because of the extreme love I had for her. She helped greatly in raising all of us. My parents attempted to explain it to me, and I was sure that somehow my grandmother still lived. I guess this is why today I am such a strong beli…
