MLK’s Birthday

Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. would’ve been 85 years old today.  As we reflect on his life, his speeches, sermons and writings; his ministry of public service, and what more he may have accomplished had he lived, or whether or not his dream has become a nightmare, we would do well to keep a few things in mind.

First, Reverend King was indeed that- a reverend. For many reasons obvious and not so obvious, the fact that King was indeed a minister of the gospel has been ignored in reference to him and his accomplishments.  He wasn’t simply “Doctor” King, he was also “Reverend” King. He was a pastor before receiving his doctorate and I would suggest that the movement associated with him would not have been as successful without the employing Christian principles and religiosity. The Christian message and symbolism was peppered through everything he said and did in regards to his public ministry of civil rights activism.  As such, referring to him only as ‘Dr. King’ rather than ‘Rev. King’ minimizes the impact and influence the Christian message had on changing American hearts and minds while achieving long sought civil rights protections and equality.

Second, we must resist the temptation to descend into partisan debates, arguing whether King was a Democrat or a Republican.  Though I don’t believe he was a Democrat, I can’t say for sure if he was a Republican (though his father was); he might have been a political Independent.  Ultimately, none of this matters.  What matters is that he was a proud, self-identified Christian minister who used the Bible as the foundation in his attempts to secure the civil rights of black Americans.  As Ross Douthat has said, the civil rights movement was the last great moral movement in America.  It was so because of Judeo-Christian religious values and Christian theology- in pursuit of liberty, and not because of political partisanship.

Third, when discussing the realization of the dream or whether the dream has become a nightmare, we should answer in the affirmative.  The dream in which King envisioned a country that embraced racial reconciliation predicated on character rather than color, for the most part, has been realized.  The country in which King dreamed that blacks would be accepted into the socio-economic mainstream, has been realized.  Forced segregation is a relic of the past; America for fifty years has attempted to undo her past sins against blacks by implementing countless social and economic policies- even at the expense of liberty- to facilitate upward progress and mobility for blacks (and Mexicans, the poor- regardless of color, etc.). Condensing King’s dream, it has become a reality.

But, the nightmare- of which so many speak- is found in the fact that several generations of blacks haven’t taken advantage of the sacrifices of those, like King, who came before them. Freedom and equality under the law isn’t a guarantee of success or equality of outcome.  Those who believe this have been misguided.  The freedom that King and other antecedents fought and died for, in hopes that we could experience freedom of economic access and social acceptance, doesn’t absolve us of our responsibility to take (positive) advantage of the fruit of their labor.  The convoluted understanding of equality on the front end to guarantee equality on the back end has been disastrous for black America.

It’s time for Americans as a whole to move beyond the silly, unconstructive and time-wasting discussions of Rev. King’s legacy. Honesty obligates us to acknowledge that though America remains imperfect, the progress she has made in a mere fifty years has been extraordinary.  It’s actually historical.  Obviously, we’re still a work in progress; and hopefully, we always will be.  This should be celebrated and shouldn’t be condemned or mourned by those who have a vested interest in maintaining racial and cultural animosity.  Those folks, members of the Racial Grievance Industry and the Black Grievance Industry, should be thoroughly, loudly and boldly shamed and condemned.

I Have A Dream



I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we have come to our nation’s capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked “insufficient funds.” But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check — a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quick sands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God’s children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro’s legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.

We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. They have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.

As we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, “When will you be satisfied?” We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied, as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro’s basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating “For Whites Only”. We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.

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.

This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God’s children will be able to sing with a new meaning, “My country, ’tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim’s pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring.”

And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!

Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California!

But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, “Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!”