Monday, January 18, 2010

The "Other" Martin Luther King, Jr. Speech - Reposted

The "I Have A Dream" speech was the last speech Martin Luther King ever gave, but it wasn't necessarily his most memorable. His acceptance speech upon winning the 1964 Nobel Peace Prize has been frequently quoted, but only occasionally reprinted in its entirety.

Martin Luther King was a brilliant speaker, sermonizer and writer. Biographerical historians like
Clayborne Carson and Taylor Branch have amassed wonderful collections of his works into multi-book series (indicating that King was also fairly prolific). In honor of Black History month, I think it is important to emerse ourselves in King's message of nonviolent, peaceful, but ardent protest as a means of changing the world, for we live in a time when not only blacks, but the poor, the elderly and all people who speak in dissonance against the powers that be are in danger of having our voices silenced and our rights stripped from us.



~C~


NOBEL PRIZE ACCEPTANCE SPEECH
December 10, 1964

I accept the Nobel Prize for Peace at a moment when twenty-two million Negroes of the United States of America are engaged in a creative battle to end the long night of racial injustice. I accept this award in behalf of a civil rights movement which is moving with determination and a majestic scorn for risk and danger to establish a reign of freedom and a rule of justice.

I am mindful that only yesterday in Birmingham, Alabama, our children, crying out for brotherhood, were answered with fire hoses, snarling dogs and even death. I am mindful that only yesterday in Philadelphia, Mississippi, young people seeing to secure the right to vote were brutalized and murdered. And only yesterday more than 40 houses of worship in the State of Mississippi alone were bombed or burned because they offered a sanctuary to those who would not accept segregation.

I am mindful that debilitating and grinding poverty afflicts my people and chains them to the lowest rung of the economic ladder.

Therefore, I must ask why this prize is awarded to a movement which is beleaguered and committed to unrelenting struggle; to a movement which has not won the very peace and brotherhood which is the essence of the Nobel Prize.

After contemplation, I conclude that this award which I receive on behalf of that movement is profound recognition that nonviolence is the answer to the crucial political and moral question of our time, the need for man to overcome oppression and violence without resorting to violence and oppression.

Civilization and violence are antithetical concepts. Negroes of the United States, following the people of India, have demonstrated that nonviolence is not sterile passivity, but a powerful moral force which makes for social transformation. Sooner or later all the people of the world will have to discover a way to live together in peace, and thereby transform this pending cosmic elegy into a creative psalm of brotherhood.

If this is to be achieved, man must evolve for all human conflict a method which rejects revenge, aggression and retaliation. The foundation of such a method is love. The tortuous road which has led from Montgomery, Alabama, to Oslo bears witness to this truth. This is a road over which millions of Negroes are travelling to find a new sense of dignity.

This same road has opened for all Americans a new ear of progress and hope. It has led to a new Civil Rights bill, and it will, I am convinced, be widened and lengthened into a superhighway of justice as Negro and white men in increasing numbers create alliances to overcome their common problems.

I accept this award today with an abiding faith in America and an audacious faith in the future of mankind. I refuse to accept despair as the final response to the ambiguities of history. I refuse to accept the idea that the "isness"of man's present nature makes him morally incapable of reaching up for the eternal "oughtness"that forever confronts him.

I refuse to accept the idea that man is mere flotsom and jetsom in the river of life unable to influence the unfolding events which surround him. I refuse to accept the view that mankind is so tragically bound to the starless midnight of racism and war that the bright daybreak of peace and brotherhood can never become a reality.

I refuse to accept the cynical notion that nation after nation must spiral down a militaristic stairway into the hell of thermonuclear destruction. I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word in reality. This is why right temporarily defeated is stronger than evil triumphant.

I believe that even amid today's motor bursts and whining bullets, there is still hope for a brighter tomorrow. I believe that wounded justice, lying prostrate on the blood-flowing streets of our nations, can be lifted from this dust of shame to reign supreme among the children of men.

I have the audacity to believe that peoples everywhere can have three meals a day for their bodies, education and culture for their minds, and dignity, equality and freedom for their spirits. I believe that what self-centered men have torn down, men other-centered can build up. I still believe that one day mankind will bow before the altars of God and be crowned triumphant over war and bloodshed, and nonviolent redemptive goodwill will proclaim the rule of the land.

"And the lion and the lamb shall lie down together and every man shall sit under his own vine and fig tree and none shall be afraid."

I still believe that we shall overcome.

This faith can give us courage to face the uncertainties of the future. It will give our tired feet new strength as we continue our forward stride toward the city of freedom. When our days become dreary with low-hovering clouds and our nights become darker than a thousand midnights, we will know that we are living in the creative turmoil of a genuine civilization struggling to be born.

Today I come to Oslo as a trustee, inspired and with renewed dedication to humanity. I accept this prize on behalf of all men who love peace and brotherhood. I say I come as a trustee, for in the depths of my heart I am aware that this prize is much more than an honor to me personally.

Every time I take a flight I am always mindful of the man people who make a successful journey possible, the known pilots and the unknown ground crew.

So you honor the dedicated pilots of our struggle who have sat at the controls as the freedom movement soared into orbit. You honor, once again, Chief (Albert) Luthuli of South Africa, whose struggles with and for his people, are still met with the most brutal expression of man's inhumanity to man.

You honor the ground crew without whose labor and sacrifices the jet flights to freedom could never have left the earth.

Most of these people will never make the headlines and their names will not appear in Who's Who. Yet when years have rolled past and when the blazing light of truth is focused on this marvelous age in which we live, men and women will know and children will be taught that we have a finer land, a better people, a more noble civilization, because these humble children of God were willing to suffer for righteousness' sake.

I think Alfred Nobel would know what I mean when I say that I accept this award in the spirit of a curator of some precious heirloom which he holds in trust for its true owners, all those to whom beauty is truth and truth beauty, and in whose eyes the beauty of genuine brotherhood and peace is more precious than diamonds or silver or gold.


~Dr. Martin Luther King~


Originally posted on the Chron February 7, 2007, to honor the start of Black History Month.


Wednesday, December 30, 2009

...And Happy New Year, 2010.





(With all the hope and blind optimism that statement entails...)



Friday, December 25, 2009

Merry Christmas....



Thursday, December 24, 2009

Happy Birthday, Mom

Today would have been the BIG SEVEN-SIX.  I have a tough time wrapping my brain around that.

But this is how you should be remembered.


Many happy returns of the day, wherever - and whoever - you are now.


Monday, December 21, 2009

Dear Congress...

Since we now have photographic evidence that hell has frozen over....



... can we have an effective, affordable plan to reform health care in America? 

Kindest regards,

~C~

P.S. God called -- he said to tell you karma's a bitch.

Sunday, December 06, 2009

"It's Complicated."

You never know what Hollywood will find as inspiration for a movie, so I guess it was only a matter of time before they decided that a Facebook relationship status was as good a place as any.  I haven't seen the movie yet, and only know a little bit about it based on the teaser trailers running on television.  Therefore, this isn't a review of the movie.

It's actually a review of the Facebook relationship status.  Two words: "thumbs down."

I hate that status, and when I see it, I can only think one thing. "Drama queen."  Man or woman, boy or girl, chimp or muscrat.  If you've put "It's complicated" as your relationship status, you're either dating someone who's married, living with someone else, crazy or in prison.  My advice is only this.  Stop.  Stop it now.  If you're even tempted to change your relationship status to "It's complicated," that ought to be an indicator right then that you are on the precipice of making an utterly disastrous mistake.

Why?

Because love -- real, dyed-in-the-wool love that is born in the heart with no reservations -- is simply not complicated.  It just isn't.  Loving someone is the most basic thing in the world.  Either you do or you don't.  There's nothing "complicated" about that.  It only gets complicated if you are schtupping someone else's spouse or partner, or there is some kind of exigent circumstance (such as the aforementioned insanity or incarceration) that makes love not only difficult, but completely ill-advised and possibly dangerous as well.

I have a friend, and she has a Facebook page.  She and her husband are on the brink of divorce, with only the legal details to be worked out and the papers signed.  Furthermore, she has recently relocated from one state to another.  At the beginning of the summer, she met a man she believes is the love of her life (from what we've all heard about him, he absolutely is).  He lives in her former state, about 800 miles from her new locale.  He has children.  She has children.  Her divorce and custody arrangements have yet to be determined.  Now, that sounds pretty fucking complicated, if you ask me.

But my friend is not a spineless, wishy-washy jellyfish, and neither is her new man.  No "It's complicated" for either of them.  Their Facebook pages lists each as "in a relationship" with the other. Why? Because, while other parts of their lives are very, very logistically complicated, their love is not.  Their love is simple.  It's basic.  It's true.  Their love is perhaps the only thing in their shared life that is not complicated.  As long as that's the case, they (and I, and perhaps all who love them) know that the rest of it is just logistics. And there isn't a single logistical problem that can't be solved, given enough time and determination.

If "it's complicated," end it. If "it's complicated," I can pretty much promise you that it's so broken, it will never be right.  Because by the time it's reached "complicated," other things have become way more important than the love itself, and the love is now on life support.  Pull the damn plug already, my steadfast little drama queens.

I have spent the better part of my life believing that love was always complicated, and painful, and ugly and infested with character flaws and psychological problems. I finally got it.  Love isn't like that.  The people who love make it that way.  And, let's face it, we all know folks who are addicted to "it's complicated."  For them, if it's not complicated -- if someone's not screaming or pitching a fit or demanding their own way or indulging an addiction, a whim or an obsession, if they haven't picked the most wounded, bruised, damaged, troubled article off the shelf -- then life's just not worth living.  God, have I had my fill of "complicated."  And I've definitely had my fill of men who need "complicated," just so they can feel like they're alive in the world.

I need uncomplicated.  I need simple.  Do you love me?  Please answer with a simple "yes" or "no".  "Maybe" won't cut it.  "It's too soon to tell" might buy you an extra week or so, but don't count on much more.  And "It's complicated" will get you shown straight to the door, suitcases in hand, and a request to lose my phone number.  Because if love is complicated for you, then one of us is in need of some psychological counseling, and I've already had mine, thanks.  "It's complicated" is for pussies.

I'm not sure what the movie is about.  I gather that there's a rekindled affair between a divorced couple who are now remarried to other people. Yep. That is complicated. Didn't have to be. They could have just not gotten involved again, and it would have simplified life considerably.  Of course, the movie would have been about twelve minutes long, so there ya go.  We'll leave that kind of silliness to the movies.

Here, on this plane of reality, love isn't complicated. It just is. Or it isn't. Either way, the solutions are as simple as they can be.


Thursday, November 26, 2009

Giving Thanks.


It's been a rough year for most folks.  Sometimes, when it's been a rough year, it's difficult to find stuff to be thankful for.  No one knows that better than I, who is coming out of a fairly rough two year cycle, emotionally, and now, financially.

But here's what I'm thankful for.

I'm thankful that my family is healthy and happy.  I'm thankful that I'm going to be a grandmother next summer. I'm thankful I'll have a new job starting next week.  I'm thankful for my friends who love me and have been so supportive of me over the past several months.  I'm thankful that, for all the difficulties my government and my country are having right now, I can go to sleep at night and know that the bus isn't being driven any longer by a man who hears voices in his head telling him he's the Anointed One.

I'm thankful I have this new PhD program at Pacifica in my life, and I'm grateful for the army of fellow zanies and lunatics who come with it.

I'm thankful I have a roof over my head.  I'm thankful I have food to eat.  I'm thankful I share that roof and food with my daughter, who for reasons only she can explain, chose to want to live with her mother again.  I'm thankful for her darling friends, who've been around so long, they feel like family.  I'm thankful for her new boyfriend, who is already family as well.

I'm thankful my friends are well and happy, and that they never cease to amaze me with the generosity of spirit and their raging humor and good will.

I'm thankful I'm healthy.  I'm thankful I'm here.  I'm thankful for you, the people out there -- some of whom, I know personally, some, I don't -- who read these pages and choose to check in on my life from time to time.  I'm just thankful.

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.  May you be blessed to spend it with people you love and cherish.

XO

~C~