EPISODE 12: THE DREAMER ## PART ONE: THE FUNERAL ### CHAPTER 1: THE HOMECOMING They brought Martin Luther King Jr. home to Atlanta. His body arrived on April 5, 1968, one day after the assassination. The city that had nurtured him—where he was born on Auburn Avenue, where his father and grandfather had preached, where Coretta had raised their four children—now received him in death. At Ebenezer Baptist Church, the sanctuary where Martin had served as co-pastor with his father, his body lay in state. For two days, mourners filed past—ten thousand of them, then fifty thousand, then more than could be counted. They came from everywhere. From the cotton fields of Mississippi and the steel mills of Birmingham. From the freedom schools and the voter registration drives. From the marches and the jail cells and the church basements where the movement had been born. They came to say goodbye. Outside, the streets of Atlanta filled with people who couldn't get inside. They stood in silence, in grief, in solidarity with a man who had given everything for them. Martin Luther King Sr.—Daddy King—stood by the casket, looking at his son's face. "I always told him to be careful," the old man said. "I always told him not to push so hard. But he wouldn't listen. He said God...