As Vanishing American noted in a comment to my previous post, MLK is not just “a” Founding Father but “the” Founding Father of post-1965 America.
I once went to a soul food diner in the Detroit area, one of those places that the locals cherish – it was renowned for its fried fish. It was staffed by some very pleasant young black women. On the wall by the counter was posted a dollar bill – the proverbial “first dollar earned,” maybe. Over the portrait of George Washington had been pasted a picture of Martin Luther King.
Another time, at a Mexican restaurant, my wife and I were taking care of the check with the cashier, and gave her the tip in cash. We told her the tip went to Pedro or whatever the waiter’s name was, and she took a pen and wrote his name on the bills themselves.
I know regular Americans have been known to desecrate our currency too, but things like this tell you something, if you are willing to see it.