![]() ![]() I am confident he doesn't remember the first time we met. He says "call me Jesse," but that's something I feel like I cannot do. The Reverend Jackson begins talking in his strong Southern accent. The restaurant is on the first floor of a famous hotel and the place is nice. I have four small kids so I never hear that particular sound. I notice the china is clinking, like real good china. He stays close enough to be summoned for a quick question but not close enough to overhear. ![]() A young, clean-cut security guy hovers near by. ![]() Then, out of nowhere, The Reverend Jesse Jackson calls with an invitation to meet and talk and it brings my reverie to a halt. I am energized, a new member of the quarter million people who joined him on the mall, and a new recipient of the grace he handed out in Selma. I feel like what he is saying speaks to me. On this American Morning, I have an exclusive look at a man at least half the world admires. The story begins in 2006, just after she has obtained exclusive access to Martin Luther King Jr.'s papers and has reported on them for CNN's American Morning. She traces her journey from Long Island surburbia to CNN's anchor deskīelow is an excerpt from Soledad O'Brien's memoir "The Next Big Story," published November 2 by Penguin Books.Soledad O'Brien's memoir "The Next Big Story" released November 2. ![]()
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