English: Forty-eight years ago today, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was gunned down by an assassin in Memphis. In the days to come, my city of Wilmington, Delaware would be in flames. Riots for several days would lead to the National Guard patrolling the streets for nine months. That was the year I passed the bar and joined the Public Defender's office. I can remember standing on the platform overlooking the Third Street Bridge in east Wilmington, an idealistic 25-year-old, wondering if things would ever get better. Forty years later, on a cold January day, I stood on that very same platform overlooking that very same bridge believing they did get better despite the unfinished work ahead. I was waiting for a train carrying President-elect Barack Obama to pick me up for a 124-mile trip to Washington, where we would be sworn in together as President and Vice President of the United States. In this photo, as I stand before Dr. King's grave with his daughter, Reverend Bernice King, I'm thinking about that moment. How progress is never easy, but always possible on the march that Dr. King led -- toward that more perfect union.