Note to Readers:
I regret that the letter written about the death of MLK is missing. I suspect that my grandmother circulated it among family and friends, as was her habit with such letters, and it was lost. Not unlike the day of the Kennedy assassination, the house was still. It would be only the second time I had ever seen my parents' grief result in tears. The letters resume tomorrow, as usual.
Below, the images and captions from Life.
|The humiliation of a southern jail|
|The honor of the Nobel Peace Prize|
|The questioning daughter, Bernice|
|The family in solemn dignity|
|The procession of mourners extended beyond sight|