As a child of the fifties and sixties, I understood little of King and the Civil Rights Movement. Now, forty-fifty years later, I read King’s words and understand. I can’t help but wonder why Jackson, who was a teenager in the fifties, does not understand what King was about. Instead, he twists King’s words and uses them, along with a willing Black community, to his own benefit and to feed his power-hungry appetite – not to mention lining his pockets. Sharpton is no better. Both Jackson and Sharpton divide rather than reconcile.