What did Martin Luther King Jr. ever do for me?

At the 1998 Million Youth March in New York, I waited for him to appear on the podium but I did not see him. But I was sure, he was somewhere around the podium. For three years, I had watched with interest, his growth from a “misunderstood” black boy to a promising Louis Farrakhan. He used to urge me to buy THE FINAL CALL newspaper, but when last I saw him, Minister Farrakhan had granted him audience.

Why I remember Michael Mohammed today is not because of the transformation his life underwent in my own eyes. I was there when he dropped out of…