On April 4, 1968, a movement lost its
patriarch when the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr. was killed on a hotel
balcony in Memphis.
Yolanda, Martin, Dexter and Bernice King lost their father.
The loss has not gotten easier in 50 years, but his three surviving
children each bear it on their own terms.
“That period, for me, is like yesterday,” said Dexter King, now 57.
“People say it’s been 50 years, but I’m living in step time. Forget what
he did in terms of his service and commitment and contribution to
humankind ... I miss my dad.”
His children cling to the few memories they have left of him. For years,
they have had to publicly mourn a man who was among the most hated in
America at the time of his death — a task they have been reluctant and,
at times, angry to carry out.
Now that King is among the most beloved figures in the world, his heirs
are forced to share him with the multitudes who have laid claim to his
legacy. For more than a decade, they have had to do this without two of
the family’s cornerstones: their mother, Coretta Scott King, who died in
2006, and eldest child, Yolanda, who died in 2007.
As adults, the siblings have earned a reputation over their infighting,
which has spilled into rancorous lawsuits over heirlooms including their
father’s Bible and Nobel Peace Prize. Today, the three say they are in a
“good place” and have managed to compartmentalize their differences and
come together as a family in times of difficulty.
Their recollections are a reminder that at the center of this tragedy
was a young family, robbed of a loving husband and father, who was just
39. All are older now than King was. The tributes to their dad — from
the buildings and streets that bear his name, to statues in his home
state and in the nation’s capital — are points of pride, but also
constant reminders of the void he left.
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Martin Luther King III’s eyes crinkle into a smile as he recalls the
happier times: in the pews at Ebenezer Baptist Church on Auburn Avenue
in Atlanta helping his dad greet new members, tossing a football or
baseball on the lawn of the family home, swimming lessons at the YMCA.
When he came home from the front lines in the fight against racism,
King’s somber expression would give way to smiles and a playful mood.
For them, he was not an icon, but a buddy.
King III and his brother also traveled with King. Months before he was
killed, they accompanied King as he mobilized people in South Georgia to
attend his upcoming Poor People’s Campaign in Washington.
“That was our time for camaraderie,” recalled King III, now 60.
King III said he can still get emotional around his father’s death. If
he listens too closely to King’s “Drum Major Instinct” speech, in which
the preacher muses about wanting to live a long life, he still gets
moved to tears.
For years afterward, King III tensed whenever he saw a news bulletin
like the ones that told him his father was killed, or that his uncle,
A.D. King, had been found dead in his swimming pool, or that his
grandmother had been killed by a madman while playing the organ at
Sunday service at Ebenezer — all while he was still a child.
“I was afraid, because I was like, ‘Is this going to be something else
that happens to our family?’” he said.
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Bernice King, the youngest, was once envious of her siblings, who had
many more memories of King. Shared stories from her mother, sisters and
brother, as well as home movies, helped humanize her father. |
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