Martin Luther King, Jr. has now been dead more years than he was alive.
I am now one year younger than he was when we was killed by James Earl Ray in Memphis on April 4th, 1968.
Were I a man of great eloquence and insight, these facts would elicit, no doubt, some profound truths about the world, the country, and myself; profound truths that would read with something near the poetry that the Rev. King put into his most powerful prose.
However, lacking both eloquence and insight, I have only my own truth.
Reverend King changed America and I was privileged enough to grow up in a world that was just adjusting to what he and the cadres of famous, semi-famous, obscure, and faceless organizers and activists wrought through their courageous struggle before and after, but most spectacularly during, the Civil Rights Movement.
I went to first grade 8 years after King was killed. Two years after his assassination the public schools in my hometown in the South were desegregated, fully 16 years after Brown v Board (Thurgood Marshall's defining moment), the decision that was the catalyst for the "modern" Civil Rights Movement. Six years after desegregation, my elementary school, of which I've seen an early 70's newspaper photo of the last day of school with nothing but white kids bursting out the front door, was about 85%-90% black.
I recount that not to show that people benefitting from white skin privilege are sore losers (or willing to give into their fears easily), though the evidence there is stark, or to show that the advances of the Civil Rights Movement, most especially the destruction of de jure apartheid in America and the vigorous defense of voting rights for all people, were hollow or even pyhrric.
I recount that to show how fast change can come and how change can wash over everyone, even a 6 year old going to elementary school for the first time. At the time, I didn't know the context for what I was experiencing. I learned that later, in high school, and not through any curriculum, but through repeated viewing of
Eyes On The Prize, the best documentary of the Civil Rights Movement in existence today.
Those experiences, which I won't detail here for lack of time and space, but which, in many ways mirror most American's schooling experiences with certain glaring exceptions, helped shape me, my values, and my world view.
And, to get back to my original point, they would never have been possible without the Civil Rights Movement and its towering champion, the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Even in death, his life deeply affected mine. And I say that not as hagiography, not to place Dr. King in a space in which he is clawless to whites and flawless to blacks, to use Micheal Eric Dyson's artful phrase, but to recognize this deeply courageous, deeply committed, deepy introspective and gifted strategist, and deeply, deeply flawed man for the profound influence he had on my country and the little bubble of NathanHJ-ness that has grown up and prospered in the world that he, in a very real way, made.
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