Where do I start? Sigh!
Since the death of Coretta Scott King, the widow of the late Dr. Martin Luther King, many in the African-American community have stood by silently while King’s children have fought in public and in court over various money issues. Most of us just shook our heads and hoped that they could get their stuff together. I’m not saying it’s easy being a King’s kid all the time, but come on!
Chief of the drama however seems to be Dexter King, the second son of the couple who for everything I have noticed, seems to love the high life as a Malibu “big baller” who spends all of the money from his father’s estate to finance his lavish lifestyle. Initially, sister Bernice King and brother Martin III sued Dexter on behalf of Coretta’s estate alleging he improperly took funds from the estates of their parents. I won’t spend time elaborating on that or placing blame. But it’s obvious that there are some problems with the First Family of black folk.
Now it seems that Coretta had some love letters “(and other “intimate correspondence”) from Martin that she kept in a suitcase under her bed till the day she died. According to Lynn Cothren, Mrs. Kings special assistant for over two decades they were her most cherished possessions. Bernice would like to keep those letters private in the hands of family. Dexter, ever the opportunist would like to whore them out for a book deal he inked recently.
Dude, you are actually going to take your sister to court to get at your dead parent’s love letters so you can market them in a book?
Here you have the descendants of the most well known African-American family in the history of the world. The children of a Nobel Peace Prize winner. A man who has arguably done more to help the entire race socially, legally, educationally, and financially, certainly in the 20th Century. A man who helped to set the table for this historic moment and opportunity to elect a true child of the dream.
I know there are two sides to every story, and perhaps if I knew the whole story (which I am not interested in) I would have cause to go after Bernice and Martin III. But in this case, it’s all on Dexter. What will this guy NOT do to bleed his given name for every dollar possible? I am reminded of a line in the movie, “Crash,” where Terrance Howard’s character chided Ludacris’ car jacking character by telling him, “Look at me! You embarrass me. You embarrass yourself!”
Since these bickerings started, most African Americans with public forums have cautiously taken a pass at getting into their business. There is so much respect for the King name and legacy. We have inwardly wished that the family would put the public bickering to rest and not bring shame to themselves or our people. I think the silence should cease. And we should call for Dexter to call off this ridiculous pursuit of his parents intimate communications. Here is my official notice:
Memo to Dex: Your father is arguably the greatest American the country has ever produced! Have some dignity! If there was something J. Edgar Hoover didn’t get his grubby and filthy hands on, then leave it be! I am sure if Mrs. King wanted to post her husband’s personal sentiments to her she would have done so during the almost 40 years she survived him. You have enough at your disposal already to allow you to gravy train your father’s legacy for the rest of your pitiful life. If your mother and father were alive, they would both be ashamed of you. Now back the hell up!
See… it’s that simple!