"Most of you have no idea what Martin Luther King actually did" [View all]
(NOTE: I saw this essay on Daily Kos yesterday, and was just completely blown away by it. It's a view of Dr. King's legacy that probably hasn't occurred to most of us, because, unlike the writer, we didn't live the reality of day-to-day life of an African American in the South both before and after the passage of the Civil Rights Act of 1964. This writer's perspective is profound, and it is beautifully and eloquently expressed. Brilliant! I hesitate to even try to provide a meaningful excerpt. I will provide ab excerpt of the first four paragraphs, but bear in mind they really don't provide a very good indication of what is to come. Just trust me on this: take the time to follow the link and to read the full essay on DailyKos -- you won't regret it.)
The topic at hand is what Martin Luther King actually did, what it was that he actually accomplished.
The reason I'm posting this is because there were dueling diaries over the weekend about Dr. King's legacy, and there is a diary up now (not on the rec list but on the recent list) entitled, "Martin Luther King, Jr.'s Dream Not Yet Realized." I'm sure the diarist means well as did the others. But what most people who reference Dr. King seem not to know is how Dr. King actually changed the subjective experience of life in the United States for African Americans. And yeah, I said for African Americans, not for Americans, because his main impact was his effect on the lives of African Americans, not on Americans in general. His main impact was not to make white people nicer or fairer. That's why some of us who are African Americans get a bit possessive about his legacy. Dr. Martin Luther King's legacy, despite what our civil religion tells us, is not color blind.
I remember that many years ago, when I was a smart ass home from first year of college, I was standing in the kitchen arguing with my father. My head was full of newly discovered political ideologies and black nationalism, and I had just read the Autobiography of Malcolm X, probably for the second time.
A bit of context. My father was from a background, which if we were talking about Europe or Latin America, we would call, "peasant" origin, although he had risen solidly into the working-middle class. He was from rural Virginia and his parents had been tobacco farmers. I spent two weeks or so every summer on the farm of my grandmother and step grandfather. They had no running water, no gas, a wood burning stove, no bathtubs or toilets but an outhouse, pot belly stoves for heat in the winter, a giant wood pile, a smoke house where hams and bacon hung, chickens, pigs, semi wild housecats that lived outdoors, no tractor or car, but an old plow horse and plows and other horse drawn implements, and electricity only after I was about 8 years old. The area did not have high schools for blacks and my father went as far as the seventh grade in a one room schoolhouse. All four of his grandparents, whom he had known as a child, had been born slaves. It was mainly because of World War II and urbanization that my father left that life.
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