King: A Man Between Two Eras
Everybody who was anybody in Chicago journalism had gathered in the top restaurant in the Prudential Building, then Chicagoans' highest party place, to toast an anniversary of Syn Harris, cherished columnist in the late Chicago Daily News.
While tributes flowed along with the drinks, someone burst into the room and shouted that Dr. King had been shot and, presumably, killed. Never have I seen such a frantic rush for elevators, as the crowd dispersed almost instantly. Being journalists, they had jobs to do. The rest of us, marginally journalists like myself (professor at the University of Chicago), academics, politicians and friends, made our way just as quickly.


