Reverend Doctor Martin Luther King,jr.

Reverend Doctor Martin Luther King, Jr

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Table of Contents
1. America's newest national monument debuts, dedicated to The Reverend Doctor Martin Luther
King, Jr. What we must never forget about the man and his resounding message.
2. Maya Angelou lashes out on paraphrase at the new Martin Luther King, Jr. Memorial... and she's
right.


America's newest national monument debuts, dedicated to
The Reverend Doctor Martin Luther King, Jr. What we must
never forget about the man and his resounding message.
By Dr. Jeffrey Lant
Author's program note. Only one song would do for this of all articles, the iconic anthem of the
American Civil Rights Movement (1955-1968), "We Shall Overcome."
It was not so much a song as a declaration of purpose and profound resolve, one that did not merely
state and celebrate the destination... but constituted a collective pledge, renewed with each singing,
that adherents were united in mind, body and purpose; for they would need all that, and more, as
they moved towards the inspiring goal of equality, where people who were divided by tradition, at
last forged unity from divisiveness.
"We Shall Overcome" is a protest song. The lyrics are derived from the refrain of a gospel song by
Charles Albert Tindley. It was first published in 1947 in the People's Song Bulletin, a publication of
People's Songs, an organization of which Pete Seeger was the director. The song became associated
with the Civil Rights Movement from 1959, when Guy Carawan launched it as the most famous,
motivating, and ultimately elegiac song of the movement; their soaring battle hymn. It was what the
oppressed people, their adherents and their resolute opponents heard when fire hoses were turned on
them, dogs ordered to snarl and bite, and truncheons beat down upon the pilgrims sore beset.
There were many heroes in those days, but not yet a Hero who would rise above the others and
become the very heartbeat of the movement, its public face and voice to the world.
That man had not yet emerged, but his first important moment was about to take place... in
Birmingham, Alabama, where from a prison cell he was about to instruct his followers, his
opponents, and a world oppressed by a panoply of civil rights abuses in what a man who believes in
justice must do.
Consider this man now, on the threshold of history. He is mortal, frail, fragile, with profound doubts,
hesitations and an acute consciousness of his inadequacies. He, like so many Heroes hoped that he
would not have to be what he was in process of becoming; he hoped others would shoulder a
substantial part of the burden. But History is infallible. It saw, as the individual did not, that this man
could rise above his own demons and limitations... to become what the movement must have to
succeed: a moral compass, a higher purpose, a complete humanity, and the ability to be beaten
down, bitten, spat on, bruised, and beaten again -- and yet love his tormenters, direct the anger of his
people towards benign purpose, and always get up... showing that violence, any violence, could not
stop him... and so would not stop the movement either. This was sublime! This was what the man
was on this planet to do... though he did not entirely know this yet.
And so in April, 1963 he went to the most bigoted city in America, likely the most segregated, the
least hospitable to its black inhabitants, the city that taught the nation how to insult, condescend,
intimidate, and, all too often, to kill people of color for being born and being in the wrong place at
the wrong time. It was the capital of every finely turned, exquisite form of segregation and haters of
every kind looked first to Birmingham as the citadel of their embittered beliefs, the fortress for
immemorial hate that every black citizen knew only too well.
And so Martin Luther King, Jr. went to Birmingham as he went to so many fateful destinations...
because it was necessary, because it was the right thing to do, because the people needed succor and
relief and he had that to give and to spare.

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The Birmingham event was a planned non-violent protest conducted by the Alabama Christian
Movement for Human Rights and King's Southern Christian Leadership Conference against racial
segregation by Birmingham's city government and downtown retailers. He was among the first
arrested... the first taken harshly, insistently to his "suite" in Birmingham City Jail. It had to be a
shock, jolting, demeaning, insulting, humiliating for this man who so loved life and life's pleasures,
more accustomed to the Word of God than the execrations of man.
But he had something to say, something which he had clearly thought about for some time, because
he wrote without hesitation its profound message of import to all the world and its downtrodden.
King responds to eight white Alabama clergyman who opposed his visit to Birmingham.
On April 12, 1963 eight local clergymen offered Dr. King the benefit of their erudition and desire to
defuse the anxious situation and rescue the imperiled status quo. These leaders of the church did
what so many such have done over the ages. Bereft of courage, with cloudy vision, and a desire to
safeguard their own positions and pulpits, they wrote Dr. King to leave... to let things take their
course... to stop the violence and be patient... it would be, they were quite clear, so much better so.
They didn't have to say it would be better for them...
Dr. King was bruised in body and spirit as he arrived at the city jail. He must have wondered how he
came there and whether against so much hatred he could achieve his goal. He must have wondered,
too, at how many people already relied upon him... and of the terrible sacrifices he might ask them
to make, even unto death itself. At such a time, a man, any man, might so wonder and reflect.
But then he read the sentiments of these local clergymen about his mission to Birmingham,
criticizing it as "unwise and untimely". He read these words, and he knew at once what he must do...
and so the words of high portent and unmistakable conviction came swiftly.
He started his response in the way any disagreeing minister might have addressed a colleague,
professionally, directly, pointedly. But this was not destined to be such a letter between Christian
clergy of differing views. He had a higher purpose, and it was soon apparent. He meant to remind (if
they knew), to teach (if they didn't) his fellow clerics a fundamental precept of their ministries. He
aimed to show them, once, for all, clearly, that justice was their business, the very heart of their
business and he meant his message to be stern, unequivocal, a bell summoning all to recognition of
their profound duties.
First he reminded these clergymen of the South, with their regional blindness, that the issue was not
Southern, but American -- "Anyone who lives in the United States can never be considered an
outsider anywhere within its bounds". In short, what was happening in Birmingham and what made
the demonstration necessary was not merely a Birmingham problem or a Southern problem... it was
an American problem (not to mention by quick extension a universal problem of long suffering
humanity.)
And so he built his case for action now point by irrefutable point, making the considered advice of
the local clergy seem like what it was, a self-serving argument keeping the blacks in their place,
patient in the face of intimidation, outrage, and a white wrath ready to explode into legally
sanctioned outrages against black citizens at any time.
Thus did King find the voice of moral certainty, the voice which freed so many and which resulted in
time in the sacrifice of his very life, taken by those who came to know him as the dreaded prophet of
black deliverance, and so necessary to destroy.
"Injustice," he trumpeted, "anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere." The haters, the entrenched
segregationists, the racial purists, the purveyors of inequitable laws and legal terrorism and abuse,
for all that they wrote volumes in support of their unsustainable opinions never uttered a phrase so



powerful as this... a phrase that showed just where right and a better future lay. He signed his
soon-to-be-world- famous "Letter from Birmingham City Jail", "Yours for the cause of Peace and
Brotherhood" and had it smuggled out in a toothpaste tube to avoid the jail's guards.
Now this man has morphed into mythology with a grandiose civic temple for his observances. The
architect Chinese artist Lei Yixin has been criticized for his work. No matter. Any architect's work
and vision would have found censure in the eyes of the jealous others who were not selected. But the
truth is, this monument will soon be amongst the most popular, for all that the great monuments to
Jefferson, Lincoln, and Franklin D. Roosevelt are near at hand.
"Now," borrowing Edward Stanton's words on Lincoln, King "belongs to the ages." Here his greatest
challenge will be in so inspiring those who follow in his footsteps, that his timeless message remains
timely and is not forgotten by all those so beholden to the man who is now enshrined amidst among
the worthies of the Great Republic his life's work so enhanced.



Maya Angelou lashes out on paraphrase at the new Martin
Luther King, Jr. Memorial... and she's right.
By Dr. Jeffrey Lant
Author's program note. To understand the point of this article, the point of Maya Angelou's
complaint about paraphrasing the great words of one of history's most influential speakers on his
very monument, you must love both language and precision. And above all you must love the truth.
At age 83, Angelou is an honest woman. She is a truth-telling woman. And is a woman who
understands and can wield with effect the right words in the right order. Most people will call her a
writer, and a writer she is. But I prefer to call her a poet, for she is that, too.
A poet is a person who strives to deliver maximum impact with minimum words... who labors with
the demons of truth, the difficulties of language and who works obsessively (for every poet is
obsessive) with delivering just the right meaning... and this is difficult.
To such a person, gifted with the scourge of outrage, the loutish behavior of the officials in charge of
the new national memorial to the Reverend Doctor Martin Luther King, Jr. is deeply painful... and
thoroughly outrageous. Not least because in true loutish fashion, they did not have a clue that their
seemingly innocent action would produce justifiable rage.
But before we dig into that, I want you to hear Maya Angelou, poet, read from her acclaimed works,
for few poets have won so much recognition as she... listening to the woman as she reads her words
will make it clear why. Go to any search engine. Listen to the cadence, feel the way she caresses the
language, loving each word tenderly before she delivers it to an expectant world. She is in love with
language and the mighty power of language... and she is at war with the unenlightened who by
killing language, obliterate meaning and leave us the poorer.
The background.
On February 4, 1968, Martin Luther King gave a haunting sermon at Atlanta's Ebenezer Baptist
Church. In it he discussed the eulogy he might and should be given in the event of his death. Death
and prophesy were in the air that day; tensions were high on both sides of the Civil Rights question,
those who embraced it and its leader and those whose every word bespoke an adamantine
opposition. The people, and not just those in the congregation, were unsettled, anxious, and needed
the balm of comfort...
... and so the mahatma of the movement, moved to the pulpit none could grace as he, and he spoke,
as he always spoke, from a heart, this time burdened with thoughts of eternity and of frail humanity.
He wished to admonish, enlighten, and above all prepare them for a reckoning with a destiny he felt
was his -- and theirs.
This is what he said...
"If you want to say that I was a drum major, say that I was a drum major for justice. Say that I was a
drum major for peace. I was a drum major for righteousness. And all of the other shallow things will
not matter."
And the people knew their revered leader was talking about his legacy and about what they must do
to ensure his right and proper recognition and that his message of justice and of peace endure when
he was not present.
Two months later, this prophet of equality and righteousness, was gunned down ... and so entered



History.
His words and his monument.
In due course the nation chose to honor the man and, above all else, to honor his message, in a great
civic temple in the nation's capital. On the soaring walls of this edifice designed for the ages, key
passages from his world-changing thoughts would be etched, thereby indicating to even the most
casual of visitors what was important and what they must strive to recall and even cherish. The
words of his sermon at the Ebenezer Baptist Church were selected... then mangled, insulted,
diminished by the very folk charged with revering and protecting the great man's legacy. These by
eviscerating his words became the killers of his message. Little men, they took it upon themselves to
rethink, rewrite, and paraphrase what was already perfect and needed no help from them to ring out
resolutely for the ages.
Paraphrase.
The culprits of this drama, the monument's organizers, decided to paraphrase the original, searing
words from a man sensing the culmination of his life and work... and so rendered in stone the crucial
words from his last Atlanta sermon thus:
"I was a drum major for justice, peace and righteousness."
Thus they outraged the man, his message, his meaning. For what they chose to engrave in the stone
was profoundly different from King's remarks and purpose. These people, thinking of the good they
were doing, instead were transgressing on matters high and mighty, matters they should have left
alone.
Why did they do it?
They could not fit the famous passage in the space provided by the architect... they did not wish to
leave it out... and so they decided upon the expedient of paraphrase. In so doing they rewrote the
passage, gave it quotation marks so readers would wrongly assume the words were accurate, and so
they slaughtered what they were charged with preserving. To read the dictionary definition of
paraphrase is to see how greatly they erred:
"a restatement of a text, passage, or work giving the meaning in another form."
But these words, from this man, spoken at such a time and place needed tender care... never to be
altered or tampered with.
Imagine if you will what would have happened if the organizers of the Lincoln Memorial, hard by
Dr. King's, had paraphrased the Gettysburg Address, so...
"87 years ago, our ancestors created a great nation of liberty where all men are created equal..
Now we're in a civil war to test whether this great nation with its great ideas can continue to exist..."
Simply paraphrasing great Lincoln's great words makes it instantly apparent what an outrage
paraphrasing can be... and demonstrates why the diminished words and their diminished meaning
must instantly be removed. If space can be found for them, so much the better, but, if not, the right
thing must be to take them down at once.
The organizers will of course complain about the extra work, the inconvenience, and especially the
cost. They will also tell you that they ran their ludicrous and insulting plan to paraphrase before the
U.S. Commission of Fine Arts, which was overseeing the design. They, Philistines all, had no
problem with the proposal, thereby indicating their unfitness for their work.



Here the honesty and rage of the poet enter. For Maya Angelou knows that "In the beginning was the
Word and the Word was with God and the word was God." (John 1-1). This is known by every poet,
and is surely Angelou's abiding creed. It is also Our Saviour's whose words "Noli me tangere" (John
20-17), so disregarded by the monument's organizers, are so very apt and must constitute the last
word on the matter.



Resource
About the Author Harvard-educated Dr. Jeffrey Lant is CEO of Worldprofit, Inc., providing a wide
range of online services for small and-home based businesses. Dr. Jeffrey Lant is a historian and
author of 18 best-selling business books.
Republished with author's permission by Elizabeth English http://LizsWorldprofit.com.


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