Monday, January 19, 2009
I have thought of the Reverend Doctor Martin Luther King Jr. as Martin since I was a young girl. My father would sneer the title Reverend or Doctor and make it sound ugly. Part of his hateful belief that a black man could not and should not hold a title of accomplishment.
I think being raised in such a enviornment has a lot to do with the development of my voice against prejudice and injustice.
Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.
It made it clear to me that ...
Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.
I will never forget Martin's speech the night before he was killed. It gave me chills that evening and still does all these years later.
... And I've looked over, and I've seen the promised land. I may not get there with you, but I want you to know tonight that we as a people will get to the promised land. So I'm happy tonight. I'm not worried about anything. I'm not fearing any man.
The little white girl from a blue collar neighborhood got it then and I still get it today. It forms much of what I believe to be true. It guides my spirit when I feel lost.
And it will make tomorrow all the sweeter ...
“The division, the stereotypes, the scape-goating, the ease with which we blame the plight of ourselves on others -– all of that distracts us from the common challenges we face, war and poverty; injustice and inequality,” he added, drawing applause from the crowd. “We can no longer afford to build ourselves up by tearing each other down. We can no longer afford to traffic in lies or fear or hate. It is the poison that we must purge from our politics; the wall that we must tear down before the hour grows too late.” - President Obama - January 20, 2008.
I wish Martin was with us for this moment ...
All progress is precarious, and the solution of one problem brings us face to face with another problem.
But then again Martin is always with us. He has been a part of the family in my heart and soul all my life ...