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I first heard the Rev. Jesse Jackson speak in a Chicago hotel ballroom in July 1968, shortly after Sen. Robert F. Kennedy's assassination and just three months after the assassination of the Rev. Martin Luther King. We were an audience of largely white college students fresh from the anti-Vietnam War presidential campaigns of Sen. Eugene McCarthy and Mr. Kennedy. By then we all knew that Mr. Jackson had been in the parking lot talking to Mr. King when the horrible shots rang out and Mr. King fell, mortally wounded. The young reverend could have been angry, bitter, focused on America's shameful historic stain of racism and bigotry over more than 200 years. But he did not do that. He spoke for an hour, without notes, about the need for healing, for blacks and whites to work together on common issues. He talked eloquently about... [read full story]
