I interviewed Coretta Scott King once - at no cost. Years ago I was taking a Delta flight from Atlanta to Washington. The coach section was only half full and in the seats in front of me were none other than Coretta King and another lady who, it turned out, worked at the King Center.
A stewardess approached Mrs. King and asked if she would like to move to first class where there were some empty seats. She graciously declined, said she was comfortable where she was, and continued her conversation with her friend which I could not help but overhear.
It was banal, gossipy, somewhat catty, something you might overhear in a beauty parlor. At the Washington airport she was met by some kind of delegation and whisked away. I went away, however,with the impression that she was a rather ordinary woman who simply had had the misfortune of having had her philandering husband murdered.
The way it has been covered here in Atlanta - you have to wonder what has been going on with her funeral plans. It was clear that she was in declining health for more than a few months - and at that age it would be normal for some planning to have been done. I find the idea of taking a terminally ill cancer patient on a transcontinental flight to a disreputable Mexican cancer clinic (since closed) to be further evidence of the feuding factions among her family. Who would do that rather than having her stay in Atlanta at Emory Hospital - where at least you could be assured she would be comfortable? Greedy children.