AUNTIE WAS RIGHT -
BSC, CA – The family I was born into was strange now as I look backwards in time. I could have been some Macbeth character with my grandmother, aunt, and mother as the noted 3 witches. Except, I didn't see these women at a crossroads stirring a pot all Goth'd out. But they were just as good at calling the future or seeing the truth, especially my aunt [not ant] or Auntie.
In early 1961, my activist career started when I met and shook hands with Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. who looked nothing like the posed statue commissioned by Obama. After the meeting, I remember being amazed that there were no other kids walking over to meet Dr. King. It would have made it easier for me to muster up my courage being in the 10th Grade, but as I stood there, I knew I was witnessing history. I was never going to be this close to a man I saw in the pages of Ebony and Jet magazines on a regular basis. I said a prayer, it got answered, and I walked over and made my history. Plus, this was a great man. You could feel he had a mission.
It would be years before Dr. King would return to Louisville but in the ensuing sit-in demonstrations that were the model back then, all my school friends got arrested at least once, many more than once, but not me. I had told the fam that an after-school project was going on so I would be a little late after school every day. I wore glasses, I was a teacher's son, and I never caused any trouble. Like Ferris said, “They bought it,” except for once [before I did get outed] when we were all watching the 6 o'clock news in our usual spots and Auntie looked at me and said, “You aren't involved in any of this nonsense, are you?” That was Auntie.