King Represented the Conscience of a Nation

Every year, during the celebration of the Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.'s birthday, I'm reminded of a dreadful day so many years ago. April 4, 1968 is a day I'll never forget. I was working the four-to-midnight shift with my partner, Leroy Spivey, in the Bedford-Stuyvesant section of Brooklyn. We were on radio motor patrol during an unusually warm spring evening in the predominantly African-American neighborhood. It would get a lot warmer before the night was over. We had been working together for about a year as the first black-and-white (referred to as salt-and-pepper back then) team in our precinct, and one of the first in the city. The tour of duty in the high-crime area had been pretty much a routine affair during the first half of our shift: burglaries, robberies, vehicle accidents, family disputes, etc. Then, at about eight o'clock, a tragedy occurred that would change the course of history. It began for us when someone yelled over the police radio, "Martin Luther...(Read Full Article)