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April 3, 1968. Memphis, Tennessee. A voice carried by the sound of a tormented history enchants a group of activists: ‘…I’ve been to the mountaintop.’ ‘I’ve seen the promised land. I may not get there with you. But (…) we, as a people, will get to the promised land.’ The next morning the skies over Memphis are painted with crimson. When evening falls, flash, thunder, bullet. A mountain crumbles, the promised land disappears in the mist of death, MLK’s voice is lost in screams but echoes through times that are a-changing…click here for the full article published in America Magazine issue #1 – spring 2017