Messages on MLK Day
Dreamers
Die Young; Dreams Die Eventually
By Jerry
Ward
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One
of the more compelling editorials to appear on Martin
Luther King, Jr. Day is Cynthia Tucker’s “Did King
die so thug culture could live?” (The
Times-Picayune, January 16, 2006, p. B-5) |
My automatic answer to the questioning title
is YES. When King was assassinated in 1968, there was no thug
culture as we now know it. Thugs have existed for eons. A few
outlaws have achieved international fame. Brotherhoods and
sisterhoods of the criminal have flourished for centuries in
hamlets, villages, towns, and cities. They were a part of human
cultures, but they were not generally discussed as a discrete
culture.
Prior to the late twentieth century, none of
the thugs lived in “hoods,” although some of them wore
hoods. They were not commercial objects to be sold back to
themselves in the forms of expensive but trashy fashions and
overpriced CDs that preserve and broadcast dubious talent.
Martin Luther King, Jr. died because he, and thousands of other
unnamed people, confronted the hypocrisy of the United States
and demanded Freedom. Freedom embraces thug culture. Ms.
Tucker’s calculated framing of the question by way of
contextual displacement invites ironic affirmation.
Ms. Tucker’s indirect answer to her
question is NO. She does not wish to consider that in time
ultimate sacrifices may slip into the category of things done in
vain. She wishes to protect the glory of the sacrifice against
erosion. To be sure, King did not die so the clever and greedy
might more easily exploit the oppressed.
She castigates affluent blacks for pimping
and earning handsome profits from the lawlessness and the outlaw
choices of some young black women and men. She fails, however,
to criticize the source: white, corporate America, the major
sponsor of benign genocide.
Pimps, we should recall, are themselves
pimped by systems. “The popularity of thug culture” Tucker
claims, “is among the most serious of modern-day threats to
black America, far more dangerous than any lingering
institutional racism.” In this sentence, the weakness of
Tucker’s informal analysis erupts like a boil.
Institutional racism is the very backbone of
the industry that champions and valorizes thug culture. That
some presumably intelligent African Americans should be gears in
the machinery of institutional racism is not astonishing. They
have embraced the current version of the American Dream. After
all, they have no obligations under the laws of brute economy to
be more noble than Africans who sold other Africans to
Europeans.
If Reginald Hudlin and Tracey Edmonds and the
non-black black-oriented BET celebrate Kimberly Jones (aka Lil’
Kim) for her crimes, they are acting in ways that historical
narratives allow us to predict. Although King did not include
either thug culture or racial treason or sinister
commodification in his dream-script, these things are undeniable
components of our post-1968 America.
Ms. Tucker’s juxtaposing the memory of
King’s death with the success of trafficking in lawlessness is
sobering. It is regrettable that, on the other hand, she failed
to place the abuse of King’s sacrifice in the context of the
pervasive lawlessness that is honored at the highest level of
American government and business.
Her critique only urges us to recall that
some dreamers die young and that their dreams eventually become
material for nostalgia. Ms. Tucker teaches us a lesson that is
probably quite remote from her intentions. History is a
hurricane. It has no respect for the integrity of dreams or
dreamers.
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Rev.Dr. MLK Jr Day
Mon, 16 Jan 2006
Good day, Rudy,
Thank you for your continuing wave – or
should I say Tsunami – of poems and article links concerning
the vast world of African-American issues – rather American
and human issues, some of which most deeply affect African-
American citizens.
Dr. King’s impact on me has been
experienced not just by the rhetoric but by making me conscious
of the world in which I was raised. The only person of color I
ever really met in my childhood were one or two African-American
women who did some weekly housework for several of my aunts. My
other image was conditioned by street car and bus rides to
downtown Baltimore past street corners which always seem to have
many men standing around near bars.
I remember visiting an aunt at Baltimore and
Gilmor sometimes at night and hearing brawls nearby. Obviously
an impoverished view of the local community to carry with me in
my first decade of life – my pre-MLK time. I was blessed with
parents who gave me example of treating everyone the same,
though obviously our social world was part of the color divide
characteristic of 40s-50s Baltimore. My father worked as stock
clerk in the basement of the Bugle Linen Company on Chester St
for decades with the African-American women and men involved in
laundering rented sheets and tablecloths.
From him I learned to think of everyone as
equal. But certainly being immersed in Jamaica for ten years was
the defining element in my education about race. Many Jamaicans
never experience prejudice until they come to the USA, and I
sense it “with” them though I can do little to protect them
from it.
Today the NY
Times crossword (17 across) refers to Nat Turner – which would
have meant little to me before I met you. Thank you for YOU.
—Fr. Zilonka
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Father Zilonka, I recall your making a
similar statement about our ignorance of one another. I believe
most Americans want to do the right and believe in the right
thing. We all suffer under the great weight of not knowing each
other very well, of not knowing ourselves. We have not fully
embraced what it means to be American.
Of course, we know various classes of us, at
least, in myth. David Brooks sees Alito's confirmation as
the rise and conquest of a certain ethnic class of Americans,
the children of immigrants (without government assistance) who
went to Princeton and Yale and such prestigious schools.
Yesterday, it was the glorification of the Asians. That is not
heard so often now.
Well, there's this young black scholar
McWhorter who did the exact same thing on a news program.
He contrasted the immigrant plight of the 30s and 40s with those
of blacks in the 60s and 70s. He believes he got to
Harvard purely on individual achievement. It's very important
now more than ever to have alternative media and commentary
beyond the Establishment.
This is the rhetoric, of course, that got us
where we find ourselves today. We've gotten three decades of
it—anti-government
(social welfare), anti-poor, anti-black rhetoric and
legislation. Government for those who know how and want to play
the game of exploiting those least able to defend themselves,
that is what we’ve talked ourselves into. But even the best laid
plans go awry.
Legislators, judges, the presidents since
Reagan have made it very hard for us to turn from the present
course. But I believe in the connectedness of which King speaks. It
will come clear soon enough we will all have to pay for
this hypocrisy this time around.
—Rudy
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Dear Rudy, here's
a song I thought apropo.
"Abraham, Martin and John" 3:03
Trk 23 Disc 3
(Dick Holler)
Smokey Robinson And The Miracles
Tamla Records single #54184
Producer - Smokey Robinson, June 11, 1969
Pop Chart #33 July 5, 1969
Album:
35th Anniversary Smokey Robinson & The Miracles
(1994 Motown Records) 37463 -6334-2.
Transcriber: Awcantor@aol.com
| Abraham, Martin and John
Anybody
here seen my old friend Abraham?
Can you tell me where he's gone?
Oh, he freed a lot of people
But the good they die young
I just looked around and he's gooone-gone
Anybody here seen my old friend John?
Can you tell me where he's gone?
Oh-ooh, he freed alot of people
But the good they die young
I just looked around and he's gone
Gone-gone-gone-oone
Anybody here seen my old friend Martin? ah
Can you tell me where he's gone-ooone?
He freed some people
But the good they die young
I just looked around and he's gone
Gone-gone-gone-oone
Now didn't you love the things they stood for?
Didn't they try to find some good for you and me?
(For you and me) and we'll be free
Someday, soon it's gonna be one day
Anybody here seen my old friend Bobby?
Can you tell me, can you tell me
Where he's gone?
I-I-I thought I saw him walkin'
Way over the hill
With Abraham, Martin and John
(Abraham, Martin and John)
Oh-oh-oh-oh
(Abraham, Martin and John)
Thought I saw him walkin'
(Abraham, Martin and John)
Thought I heard them talkin'
(Abraham Martin and John)
About we the people
(Abraham Martin and John)
How to free the people
(Abraham Martin and John)
This world's still terrorized
And now they're all
Gone-gone-go-ooo-ne
HAL-LE-LU! |
—Anita * * *
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The People Are the True
Poets
When asked if
she
was getting
tired
of walking,
one old sister
said:
“My soul has
been
tired for a
long time.
Now my feet are
tired
and my soul is
resting.”
The rest of us
are just
journeymen
making a dishonest living.
Julius
Lester, Search for the New Land (1969) |
Only a dying culture would seek to save itself
by feeding upon its dead. Only a dying culture would exult about
putting some men on the moon while half of mankind lives on the
starvation level. (Search for the New Land, p. 148)
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There Was No Spring in
1968
The winds of
winter died
as our northern
half
of the world
tilted
toward the sun,
but
there was no
spring, April
was scarcely
old enough
to know its
name
when Martin
Luther King
was hurled into
Death
King was not
cold
before blacks
turned
night into day.
They
knew that the
bullet
had killed a
little
of each of
them.
For ten days
blacks
“joined
together”
and “worked
together”
and the smoke
from the
purifying
flames even
drifted
over the White
House
in huge black billows.
Julius
Lester, Search for the New Land (1969; pp150-151) |
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King Preaches His Own Funeral
If
any of you are around
When
I have to meet my day,
I
don’t want a long funeral.
And
if you get somebody
to
deliver the eulogy
tell
him not to talk too long.
Tell
him not to mention
That
I have a Nobel Peace Prize—
That
isn’t important.
Tell
him not to mention
That
I have 300 or 400 other awards—
That’s
not important.
Tell
him not to mention
where
I went to school.
I’d
like somebody to mention that day
that
Martin
Luther King, Jr.,
tried
to give his life serving others.
I’d
like somebody to mention that day
that
Matin
Luther King, Jr.,
tried
to love somebody
I
want you to say that day
that
I did try
to
feed the hungry
I
want you to be able to say that day
that
I did try in my life
to
visit those who were in prison.
And
I want you to say
that
I tried to love and serve
humanity.
Yes,
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
Say that I was a drum
major for righteousness
(Jet—April 18,
1968) |
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Martin Luther King,
Jr., called upon black people to be as Christian as Christ.
—Julius
Lester, Search for the New Land (1969; pp151-153)
Revolutions proceed, not by the intensity of
one’s desires, but by their own laws. The revolutionary’s duty
is to know that what to do can never be separated from when to
do. There is, however, always something to do.
—Julius
Lester, Search for the New Land (1969; p. 160)
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posted 16, January 2006 |