The Ghost Of Martin Luther King

The Ghost of Martin Luther Kingsuddenly, the huge white sow stood for something more than survival--it had become the enemyThe Ghost of Martin Luther King walks these country roads at night. I have seen him moving almost furtively through the hickory grove where trees arch over the road like a cathedral; and he walks with all the solemnity of the dead down the roads of Burnside, as though he is searching for something that he cannot yet find. I have told my mother about the ghost; but she is a l...