I remember when Martin Luther King died. My parents took me out of school and we went to Nathan Phillips Square and sang “We Shall Overcome.”
I remember running up and down that big ramp in front of CIty Hall, but that’s probably a false memory as I can’t imagine that I would have been allowed to do that.
I remember that very kid feeling of being bored and uncomfortable but at the same time knowing that this was something really really important.
I did enjoy the singing though.