I knew those were very old, painful tears; you can see that.
Wasn’t til late tonight—it’s 4 a.m. in California—I remembered, Jesse Jackson was there when Martin Luther King Jr. was killed. Among many other things.
I don’t expect he ever thought to see what happened tonight.
Birmingham, Alabama, 1963: 
And forty-odd years later, but an eye-blink in history …
Hell, makes me cry too, Makes a lot of us weep. As well it might.
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