Coretta Scott King has died. I was finishing up my previous post, when C-SPAN made the announcment, I found the obituatry on CNN's website.
I got a chill down my spine when I heard the news, as I was writing a little missive against a man that will be voted today to take a lifetime seat on the supreme court who has little to no regard for civil rights.
After her husband's assassination in Memphis, Tennessee, on April 4, 1968, she kept his dream alive while also raising their four children.
She worked to keep his ideology of equality for all people at the forefront of the nation's agenda. She goaded and pulled for more than a decade to have her husband's birthday observed as a national holiday, then watched with pride in 1983 as President Reagan signed the bill into law. The first federal holiday was celebrated in 1986.
King became a symbol, in her own right, of her husband's struggle for peace and brotherhood, presiding with a quiet, steady, stoic presence over seminars and conferences on global issues.