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Today marks the fifth anniversary of a traumatic event in my life. I have never written about it before. When I was a senior in high school, my mother and I were brutally attacked outside of a motel in Albany...
...just come from a tennis tournament in which I had played. It was 11 p.m. As we pulled into the parking lot behind the motel, I noticed a man standing behind the open trunk of his car. I started walking towards the rear entrance of the motel, and the man began to walk behind me as my mother locked the car door. He made me feel uneasy, but I thought to myself, "Jennifer, don't be ridiculous." I was inches from the door when he jumped on top of me and started beating me with a club. I screamed...
Three decades after King was gunned down on a motel balcony in Memphis, Tenn., he is still regarded mainly as the black leader of a movement for black equality. That assessment, while accurate, is far too restrictive. For all King did to free blacks from the yoke of segregation, whites may owe him the greatest debt, for liberating them from the burden of America's centuries-old hypocrisy about race. It is only because of King and the movement that he led that the U.S. can claim to be the leader of the "free world" without inviting smirks of disdain...
...King's assassination in Memphis, Tenn., triggered riots in inner cities across the country and assured his place as a martyr for the civil rights movement. But what might have happened, both to King and to the movement he led, had he not chosen to walk out on the motel balcony that night and lived to march again? Such questions are hard to answer, but they are not unanswerable. History, after all, is about not only what happened but also what, for a few small turns of events, might have happened. Indeed, what didn't happen serves to underline...
...singer. She was a tragic heroine whose character summed up all the contradictions, frustrations and despairs of life under 30. Last week, on a day that at least superficially seemed to be less lonely than most, she died on the lowest and saddest of notes. Returning to her Hollywood motel room after a late-night recording session and some hard drinking with friends at a nearby bar, she apparently filled a hypodermic needle with heroin and shot it into her left arm. The injection killed...