Article January 19, 2004 Issue

Remembering Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.—A PERSONAL PERSPECTIVE

By Melba Pattillo Beals

When I first met Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., in fall of 1957, I was immediately struck by the deep stillness he projected. I will never forget his posture as he entered the room, slowly, majestically, with eyes that seemed to absorb everything. I had read about this great man, seen his picture in the newspaper, and had often heard the adults talking about him.

At the time, I was 15 years old, and was one of nine African American teenagers whose safety was in jeopardy because we were on the front lines of a civil rights struggle Dr. King had helped to start. We nine Arkansas teenagers were stuck in the civil rights struggle to integrate schools. We were caught amid a firestorm of controversy among states' rights advocates, gun-toting segregationists, and proponents of the supremacy of federal law.

Dr. King had come to this secret meeting of NAACP leaders gathered to discuss how to keep us—the "Little Rock Nine," as we were called—alive in the face of mounting violence.

About the author

Melba Beals is the author of several books including the award-winning Warriors Don't Cry. She heads the communications department at Dominican University in San Rafael, California.

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