|Associated Press file photo (I think)|
Yesterday we were walking down the D Concourse at the Las Vegas airport, and there was Jesse Jackson crossing my path. I couldn't help myself, I reached over to him and shook his hand, and we exchanged hellos and grins. I'm still in awe of Jesse -- his oratorical skills, his passion, his place in the history of the civil rights movement and beyond.
This photo -- Jesse on left, Martin Luther King in center, Ralph Abernathy on the right -- was taken on April 3, 1968, the day before MLK was assassinated on that very spot at the Lorraine Motel in Memphis. It's the motel balcony where I took that picture of my sister Joan standing last month (See my May 11 post -- "stax, burning love, etc. - Part 3").
Jesse Jackson would have no reason to know this, of course, but I had shaken his hand once before. October 2002. Jerry and I were seated on the platform at the Wellstone memorial service, and so was he. There were no smiles that day. It was good to see him again.