On April 4, 1968, when Martin Luther King was killed by an assassin in Memphis, in terms of net worth, he died the death of a man almost as poor as the garbage collectors with which he identified. Harry Belafonte paid for his funeral and burial.
Coretta King immediately became the single mother of four children. We have no idea what Martin and Coretta's hopes and dreams for their children were. But I'm almost sure it included seeing them getting along with one another and continuing their work.
I don't think it included this...
I have no idea what it's like to live in the shadow of a father and mother about whom books are written, schools, streets, recreation centers are named. I don't know what it's like to stand before a crowd and be expected to be as eloquent as your father, to have his breadth of knowledge wisdom, experience. I don't know what its like to grow up with a father who was vilified in life and sanctified in death. I don't know what it's like to have lost a sibling. And I have no idea to feel like, at whatever cost, America must pay if they want anymore of my parents...I just don't know.
Pray for the King family.