The civil rights message of Dr.
I was in art school living on the northwest side of Chicago when King brought his protest movement against restrictive and racist housing regulations to the north.
He and his supporters marched in Chicago's
I watched it on the evening news. Rocks, glass bottles and fireworks filled the air as the neighborhood haters attacked. Suddenly, a rock flew toward King, hitting him on the head. He fell to one knee as marchers surrounded him to protect him from more harm.
Thirty people were injured that day and 40 were arrested. For the first time in my nearly 21 years, I was ashamed of my race. I began an assessment of my own racism. The following month, I drew an editorial cartoon about the Civil Rights Movement as a class project.