From 1960-63, my family lived in South Carolina. As the civil rights movement started to peak, local whites often associated it with JFK and Catholics. Being Catholic and from Massachusetts didn't help my parent’s popularity. And yet, we were not prophets. Black Catholics in our town were allowed to attend the "white" parish but only if they sat in the back. Thankfully, society has come a long way. But as we remember MLK, we still have far to go.