Perhaps my father was wrong, but he wasn't alone. Check out this document—the general title is unmistakable: "COMMUNIST PARTY, USA" and then "NEGRO QUESTION." It's a memorandum of the United States Government dated August 30, 1963.
Dr. Martin Luther King was shot, four of us--small-town white boys--followed the
Gulf of Mexico's eastern shore on an all-night trek from south Florida to New
Orleans. It was spring break, 1968, only a few months from the summer that
seemed, even at the time, to change all of our lives. Somewhere down
south we heard of Dr.
time. Once, years ago, when I was a college student home for a break,
my mother, who taught piano for most of her life, declared that she
would bestow upon her son a 10-dollar bill if he would only sit down at
the piano in the den and pound out a hymn, any hymn at all.