Martin Luther King Day

I was working on Madison Avenue in New York back in 1968 when the assassination took place. A friend came into my office the next morning. . . a really WASPY guy from the Connecticut suburbs and said he had this powerful urge to get off his commuter train at 125th street in the heart of Harlem and open his suitcoat and say "here I am, do what you want, beat the shit out of me. . . I deserve it." I'll never forget his reaction to this tragic event.