Atlanta, Fulton County.
It was a place so small that it was hard to find on a map.
But in the eyes of African Americans, it was the Holy Land!
Because once it had been home to the "greatest" fighter—Martin Luther King.
Even if this man was suspected of plagiarism, had a wanton private life, and violated doctrines.
Just like the Mahatma that the Indian had blown up to be, serving as a stretcher bearer for the British in South Africa until they despised him for his clumsy hands, desperately wanting to be British, only to be rejected due to skin color.
Then he conjured up a whole concept of non-violence and non-cooperation...
Both were staunch supporters of this slogan, but both met their ends through violence.
In a small two-story building, with exterior walls that were somewhat mottled, some areas even starting to peel, there was a portrait of Martin Luther King on the wall, his gaze looking off into the distance.
And this was also the residence of his eldest son, Martin III.