Sunday, November 15, 2015

There are few pictures of Alberta Christine Williams. The one to the left is her family and husband with Michael King.

Alberta Christine Williams (click here) was born on September 13, 1904, the only daughter of Reverend Adam Daniel Williams, who was then the pastor of the Ebenezer Baptist Church in Atlanta, Georgia, and Jenny Celeste Parks. Williams attended high school at Spelman Seminary and obtained a teaching certificate at the Hampton Normal and Industrial Institute (now Hampton University) in 1924.

Alberta Williams met Martin L. King (then known as Michael), whose sister Woodie was boarding with her parents, shortly before leaving for Hampton. After returning from college, she announced her engagement to King at the Ebenezer Baptist Church. She worked for a short period as a teacher before the marriage on Thanksgiving Day in 1926. As female teachers were then not allowed to work while they were married, she had to give up her job as a teacher.

After the wedding, the Kings moved in with her parents. Their first child, a daughter Willie Christine King, was born on September 11, 1927. Martin Luther King Jr. was born on January 15, 1929 while their third child Alfred Daniel Williams King was born on July 30, 1930 and named after his Grandfather. During this period, Michael King changed his name to Martin Luther King, Sr.
Alberta King worked hard to instill self-respect into her three children. In an essay written at Crozer Seminary, Martin Luther King Jr. wrote that his mother "was behind the scenes setting forth those motherly cares, the lack of which leaves a missing link in life." Martin Luther King Jr. was close to his mother throughout his life.

This photo is Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.'s father, mother and wife.

Alberta King's mother Jennie Williams died on May 18, 1941 of a heart attack. Martin Luther King, Jr. was so upset over his grandmother's death that he jumped from the second floor of the house. The Kings later moved to a larger yellow brick house three blocks away. Alberta King would also serve as the organizer and president of the Ebenezer Women's Committee between 1950 and 1962. By the end of this period, Martin Luther King Sr. and Jr. were joint pastors of the church.

Christmas with the Kings in 1961. Daddy King and Alberta King pose with their children, in-laws and grandchilden. Standing behind them are A.D. and Naomi King; Christine and Issac Farris; and Martin and Coretta King. Alveda King, the first grandchild and A.D. King's daughter, hugs her grandparents.

I never knew Dr. King's mother was killed as she served in her church. It is somewhat unnerving to realize African Americans face this issue within their churches all the time. The burning of church buildings is equally as troubling. I am not used to thinking about deaths in a church or having it burned to the group or defaced by fire. That is a sincere reality of the African American community in the USA. It is troubling and I want to apologize to the community that know what it is to be a victim within their own faithful lives. 

I guess they do readily forgive. This really needs to stop. I have never experienced any emotional trauma or otherwise in a church. It is suppose to be a sanctuary. 

June 30, 1974
By Rebecca Burns

On Sunday June 30 1974, (click here) Alberta Christine Williams King played “The Lord’s Prayer” on the organ of Ebenezer Baptist, the church where her father, A.D. Williams, her husband, Martin Luther King Sr., and son, Martin Luther King Jr., all had served as pastors.
The song finished, and most of the congregation had their eyes closed and heads bowed in preparation for prayer when they heard a shout: “I’m taking over here!”...
...The man—Marcus Wayne Chenault Jr. (click here)—fired every round in his gun, hitting Alberta King, church deacon, Edward Boykin, and congregation member Jimmie Mitchell. As the gunman sprinted out the side door leading to Jackson Street, the sanctuary was chaotic.
Farris eventually made her way outside. As she later described the scene:
There were people everywhere. There was a throng of onlookers. When I looked in their eyes I saw what is often described as  “the thousand-yard stare.” It was a kind of blankness I’d never seen before. There were bewildered and in shock. Many were crying; most had their hands pressed to their mouths in disbelief.
Farris and other family members made it to Grady hospital, where they learned that dean Boykin and Mrs. King had died....