The only time I saw the Rev. Martin Luther King up close was on July 25, 1965. I was 14 years old. My parents took me and my brothers and sister to listen to him speak on the Winnetka Village Green. Winnetka then had been for years and would continue to be the wealthiest or second-wealthiest city in the country, trading off with Scarsdale. I remember seeing Dr. King from the side — his right side — from about 60 feet away, then worming my way up until I was about 20 feet away from him. I don’t remember a word he said that day, but I can see him still, one Black man illuminating a crowd of white people about equal housing and civil rights and our country’s promises.