Sir: Martin Luther King was murdered because he was our uncomfortable conscience. I am filled with shame and loathing for my race. My heart grieves for his family and friends who must abruptly substitute memories for his warm reality. My mind cries out to know how I, one single me, insulated in my white suburb, can redress the ancient wrongs.
JOYCE K. LAIRD
Sir: His great, huge face is set forever in our memories; be it that his vision of brotherhood sets in our hearts.