At the time of Dr. King's death, I was just a kid preoccupied with the vagaries of my sand box; sparsely aware of the affairs of anything beyond my favorite cartoons. However, on April 4th, 1968, my woldview proportionately expanded --fueled by the wails and weeping of my responsible adults, and in particular, my mother. Dr. King had been assassinated!
Prior to his death, he had become a hero, championing the rights of my People. Following his death, Dr. King was culturally venerated, and in the passing years, his name and legacy achieved worldwide acclaim, honor and reverence.
Too often we choose to not lift the cloak of our saints for fear of disillusionment. The book and the play "The Mountaintop", lifts that veil and provides us with a view of Martin the man; one who contends with the doubled and thorns particular to humanity.with the help of an unassuming Messenge,r we bear witness and as spectators with the Saint and the man in his final and fateful hours in the confines of a lowly Inn not fit for the King.
The historical accounts of Dr. King as a man are rolled out and exposed in a plausible manner, yet, at the close, the audience affirms his veneration as being rightly deserved.