This is a great article and opens the mind to an important idea about worshiping someone and emulating them because both are not all-inclusive. This can be seen in the world of religion where people worship the god of their choice, but as a distant unreachable entity who is not in the midst of their lives because they really leave the worshiped in the place of worship. When the two have a working relationship, then life is effective for the worshiper because faith becomes a doer of the work.
Dr. King is less known and demonstrated in his own ethnic group than in some others. That is the fault of the black race because they allow it. For example, children know all X-Box or Play Station games and how to manipulate them; they know every hip-hop song good or bad and can repeat them like poems; they can get away with filling their minds with anything that does not teach them daily reading such that they are very quick to admit that they do not like to read. Reading is the first step in moving forward in the world of the living because it frees children from the doom of ignorance and illiteracy that remains even if they trudge through to a high school diploma.
We know that schools in most areas do not teach quality education that teaches people how to live in the real world with real world problems, though if you ask kids, the systems that lay out what they learn believe that the system does - especially in the realm of punishment and retribution. Just as all kinds of music can be exposed to our children in our homes, why not all kinds of serious and meaningful recordings and other media like those that can be heard of Dr. King and other mentors that children need so much, as well as do grownups.
It is very sad that one month has been designated to be Black History Month and that is it until the next one - except in those teaching education outside of the box. Thank God for them. American children do not want to know much except when they will get a new mobile device or other type of trinket, but they have been taught to dread the thought of heavy homework and required reading. What a shame. I think we could do better than that for our youth.