Forty Years On, Remembering Martin Luther King.
MayorBob.
Posted to Etcetera on Fri Apr 04, 2008 at 08:53:37 PM EST (promoted by 1fastdog). RSS.
Early morning, April 4
Forty years ago a legend died. Was he an agitator or was he one of the 100 greatest leaders in this nation's history? Was he a fighter for civil rights and freedom, a man who kept his eye on the prize or was he a black womanizer who was really a wolf in sheep's clothing? Was he a man of peace or someone who turned against his country in a time of war? Or was this simply his being consistent with his moral compass which said an immoral war must be condemned so a great nation could move forward to achieve the greatness which was within its grasp? All of these things, and more, were facets of the man who passed through this life and touched all of us in some way. This was the Reverend Martin Luther King Jr..
Shot rings out in the Memphis sky
Free at last, they took your life
They could not take your pride - Lyrics from Pride (In The Name Of Love), by U2
Love him or loathe him. Consider the legacy with respect and awe or pick apart his accomplishments by finding the feet of clay he sometimes exposed. It is damnably perverse that the death of a man of peace should be marked by the hate and violence of race riots. Some say the civil rights movement died as King lay bleeding to death on the balcony of the Lorraine Motel. Is that true? Did it have to be that way? Have we moved from a generation of uniters and inspirers like King to a generation of dividers and hucksters like Jackson and Sharpton?
The day he died he was still less than forty years old and had James Earl Ray's bullet not done its business, he might still be alive today. Was his work truly done or did greater accomplishments lay ahead? Would he have lived to see that dream he articulated close to 45 years ago realized?I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.
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