Reflections
Diversity: the American journey
A presentation by the publisher of The Seattle Times to students at Granite Falls high school and middle school.
King's dream: It's all about us
Imagining how King would view things in the Puget Sound region is an exercise filled with possibilities.
To Brenda Jackson, King's message isn't just for the holiday.
Bellevue and Central Area congregations are now fast friends.
Raising up one of us raises up all of us
The movement was about more than getting a seat in a restaurant; it was about making America truer to its best self.
King, civil-rights movement moved by faith
Let's not forget King was a man of religion.
Black activism today: more personal, subtle
"We as a young generation haven't taken up civil rights because we see it as only part of the pie," says Seattle hip-hop artist Adonis Williams.
An opportunity to talk about race
When it comes to talking about race, many of us don't do a very good job.
Some knew Martin Luther King Jr. personally. Others admired him from afar. All were inspired by him. Here, civil-rights activists reflect on King.
Lessons from fictionalizing King's story.
Fred Gray, King's first civil-rights attorney
In a 1996 visit to Seattle, Gray reflects on the past four decades with religion reporter Sally Macdonald.
Julian Bond, civil-rights activist and teacher
An essay on Martin Luther King as hero.
Andrew Young, politician and civil-rights leader
A look at his memoir and the progress we've made.
How the local pastor arranged King's only visit to Seattle.
Rev. Dale Turner and Rev. Samuel B. McKinney
The two religious leaders talk about the struggle for equality then and now.
Poet and activist Sonia Sanchez
Audio files from an interview about King's importance and death.
Personal stories: In 1991, The Seattle Times asked three journalists to share their thoughts on Martin Luther King's vision of a colorblind society. The results were intensely personal and evocative.
I was in junior high school in Alamogordo, N.M. (pop. 25,000), when I saw demonstrations on TV by people who looked like me.
Sweat poured from my face, dripped down my coveralls and soaked every part of my body. My eyes twitched, my mind raced, my body ached.
"Martin Luther King Jr. and Malcolm X perch on my shoulders. Martin leans in and tells me we are all the same under the skin. We are bound to love one another by and by. Malcolm shakes his head. He sighs."
