Holiday Reflections
Saturday, January 16, 2010 at 12:31PM

Memphis - 1968
Using the Bible and the Constitution, King argued and demonstrated that ordinary people can affect history by organizing themselves into a coherent force for change
As a nation, we have much for which to thank Dr. Martin Luther King. It is not found often in the annals of history that such monumental change has been wrought without extensive violence. Well done, good Doctor.
In 1968, my then Robert Redford-esque father moved our family to Memphis. We had yet to exchange our Louisiana auto tag (singular, for this was an era when many families, even successful ones, made do with one car) for a Tennessee plate when Dr. King was assassinated on the balcony of the Lorraine Motel in downtown Memphis.
My family spent a considerable amount of time in downtown Memphis due to my father’s business being in the area, and what happened over the next few years was perplexing to me. These beautiful, historic buildings became increasingly void of humans and their activity. Having no previous point of reference, my parents were unable to explain to me that white flight was decanting a large portion of the downtown population to the suburbs, with their “safe” cul-del-sacs, strip centers and malls (which decimated downtown shopping), and generic office “parks.”
I have inherited my father’s strategy of taking the scenic route (how it pleased my mother!), and as we traversed the Southeast, the economically abandoned, derelict buildings we passed, and sometimes stopped and peered into, would haunt me. I would sketch plans of reuse in my mind and in my school notebooks, and these sketches usually included an indoor basketball court and a hot tub. The exposed brick, the massive wood columns and beams, the wood and concrete floors, the expansive rolled steel windows - these features made my spirits soar.
When we moved to Huntsville in 1975, this fine town still had millions of square feet of textile mills standing. Severely misguided demolition (Merrimack) and massive fires (75% of Lincoln Mills and 100% of Dallas Mill) have reduced the square footage to less than 350,000 square feet (Lincoln Mills and Lowe Mill.) Lowe Mill (www.lowemill.net) is now thriving, and it is the Byrne family’s charge to breathe similar life into Lincoln Mills.
So as an American, I owe a debt to Dr. King.
As an individual, I owe him yet another debt, for the societal reverberations emanating from his life and death planted in my heart the intense desire to restore, and place back into useful service, these severely underutilized structures.
And it appears to me that God has given me the desires of my heart at Lincoln Mills.

Reader Comments (1)
A poignant homage. I write this message from a coffee house around the corner from the MLK birthplace. When young Martin lived there this building was a neighborhood grocery. As a boy, King's Grandmother used to send him on foot to this building to buy food for the family -- an almost completely alien practice in the current American experience.
But that's changing.
Over coffee, I just spoke to a young entrepreneur who has plans to open up one of the buildings on the block as a neighborhood grocery specializing in locally sourced food stuffs and produce. A place that my daughter can walk to and buy a few items for dinner...