Monday, May 15, 2017

On a midsummer's night, dreams streak across the sky



  
 It's time for dreaming again and the Summer Solstice has never let me down . Every June for the past few years I have gathered with my soul sisters and opened the channel to endless dreams. The rituals under the summer sky is always the same. We adorn ourselves with flowers and cloud the air with sage. Herbs are tied into baskets and sprinkled into the bonfire. There is always a fire, no matter how warm this first night of summer. Dream boards are created, letters are written, and there is a music score as twilight sets in. Every year the Solstice becomes just a little more lovely than the next.

The most important ritual is letting go of that which doesn't serve us anymore. Relationships which have become toxic, decisions that we are unhappy with, doubts, worry, and fears, especially fears  Letting go is something that is taken seriously, for we truly believe in cherishing all things in our life; even those things which cause us endless turmoil. This a time for unmasking and releasing anything that creates obstacles which prevent us from moving forward. What we set free into the fire fueled by the summer breeze is released without malice or condemnation. We simply let go.

Letting go, allows us to open the door for allowing enchantment in.  Magic is whatever we desire in secret, at night, with the door closed. The things we whisper to ourselves because we  unsure that we are able or ready to accept radical transformations in our lives.At times it seems unthinkable that we could allow the desired but unknown in. But in this circle of women, with the stars on our side,we open our lives to joy, pleasure, and passion. As darkness finally descends on the first night of Summer, we see each other by the glow of stars,  and the brilliant night sky.  We have dared to dream. The season ahead will respond. Where are dreams have taken us,will be shared on a cold December night when the Winter Solstice beckons us. to gather again. 

Monday, April 17, 2017

Keep climbing until you see the peak.





I usually find it very easy to write of inspirational thoughts. This year however, I had to wade through the mud of life a bit in order to find the shore where all beautiful thoughts grow. In the past few years, I had manage to keep peace and serenity by avoiding challenging myself to deal with some final conflicts and pivotal decisions. I also avoided romantic relationships. You can't be hurt if you don't let down your guard. Or so I thought. In fact you are hurting yourself when you purposely prevent life from following its course. Sometimes that course takes you right back to try something you walked away from. So last Summer Solstice I vowed " I came this far not to stop here, but to finish what I set out to do" So I took off my protective gear and walked straight into the battle. The past year has been life altering. Finally, finally, finally ( did I say that enough) I went to court and forced sale of the house.  That led me to take a mental sledge hammer to one wall after another. Divorce, detachment from the ghosts of the past, that mental hammer is demolishing anything that has prevented me from reaching my goals. Those goals? Very simple, peace and freedom. Still working on those but they are in reach. Actually, I can touch them, so I know I am very close. 

Throughout this process, this incredibly beautiful man just stood back and watched me do what I needed to do. He was there not just to support me, but to watch and help me build support for myself. He had his own walls to tear down. We are almost done....Almost. Until then,we have this magic thing going on. A magic I knew existed, but thought I probably would not experience in this lifetime. It's time to write of wonderful things again. Despite all the craziness of the past few months, I live in wonder every single day that out of the ashes of our individual fires,we have found this beautiful thing called love. When you finally experience transformative love, it truly takes your breath away. Once that door opens,few want to walk back out.  Or as Stevie said...

"I have my own life and I am stronger
Than you know
But I carry this feeling
When you walked into my house
That you won't be walking out the door
Still I carry this feeling
When you walked into my house
That you won't be walking out the door"


Friday, March 10, 2017

A Question of Character.




Did this election give us insight to the character of the people around us? Or does it reflect on the character of the person that was elected?  My friend William gives a great answer to that question.




A QUESTION OF CHARACTER
Contrary to the beliefs of many of my compatriots, not all Trump supporters' defenses of him are examples of the Dunning–Kruger effect. Some are actually intelligent people whose biases are rooted in something other than misinformation or limited cognitive abilities. I won't speculate on what those motivations are but their reasoned defenses aren't justified in the case of Trump. He’s undeserving of the well thought and articulately stated attempts to mitigate his incompetence. Everything about the man is an affront to the senses and an insult to decency. A useful suggestion might be for them to stop comparing him to anyone else as that does nothing but reinforce existing, inconsequential attitudes regarding acceptable behavior. The farfetched moral equivalences have grown tiresome and were never really more than attempts to distract. It may be more useful to look at him as a husband, businessman and yes, even as the Christian he claims to be.
As a husband we know a few things and none really shine as endorsements for husband of the year. We know he was unfaithful in the past and by his own words tried to cheat on his current wife. We know he’s been married three times and that his first wife accused him of rape in a divorce that was also highlighted by his infidelity. As for his business acumen we know he's been successful but at what cost. We know he's filed for bankruptcy four times personally. We know he's left a long line of vendors and contractors in his wake who claim his business practices are unfair and border on the criminal. We suspect (because he won’t release his taxes) that he has some unsavory ties to foreign benefactors. We also know that to date whatever talent he does have for business has not translated into good governance. As for his claims of being a Christian, only he and God know if he does so with sincerity. What is clear however is that he's lacking of those attributes one normally associates with being a Christian. Humility, compassion and tolerance are not among his strong suits. In fact they seem to be anathema to his personality.
Frankly the one attribute that he and his backers point to most often as a positive is the fact he's not his predecessor. His ineptitude seems to be forgivable for those whose dislike of the former president borders on a pathological hatred. It doesn't seem to matter that Mr. Trump is devoid of character and completely lacking core principles. It doesn't seem to matter that he has an aversion to the truth that permeates every aspect of his administration.One that taints his office and makes every proclamation suspect. It doesn't even seem necessary that he be competent as long as he promises to erase every trace of the man who came before him. For all of his claims of impropriety by the former holder of his office one thing is clear.Mr.Trump needs the contrast to Obama for his public and political persona to be relevant. Without the constant comparisons and cries of wrong doing the president is quite frankly an empty shirt. Without the comparisons he’s left with only his own attributes and accomplishments. And they’re as lacking in substance as he is the character and intestinal fortitude that are the hallmarks of great leaders. It really shouldn’t take this long to understand that being president is more than just not being the person whose place you took. It should come as no surprise however that he conducts himself in such an “unpresidential” fashion. His entire persona has been built around being the opposite of the man who held the office previously. A man who’s every act was nothing if not presidential.

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Some would call it a command from God. While others will call it gut instinct. Whatever it is,those who speak out chose a difficult and often lonely path.  Yet they do so, and because of them, the world is a better place. Sometimes at the cost of the individual who sacrifices for many.


How do people find inner peace when they are called to speak out during times of chaos? This is my favorite question because I find it difficult to achieve. Yet I believe in my soul that such a calling should never be ignored. In my search for passionate peace at the same time standing up for what is right; I am studying those who lived this lesson by example. Starting with Martin Luther King the next 40 days of Lent will be a journey into discovering how to continue to live a life for the greater good of mankind, while still maintaining my own humanity.

Thursday, February 9, 2017

Send your story into the wind. Let it travel like a seed.





My soul hurts these days. Ironically,not because the Universe has fired it up, but because so many feel so comfortable attempting to put it out. I am old enough to remember a time when a women could be fired from a job for pregnancy. That happened to me in 1992 when I was pregnant with my second daughter. I developed complications early on. My time off visiting the doctor was considered an inconvenience to my employer. Like many pregnant women before me, I was terminated from that job for simply being pregnant. Back in 1992 there was no FMLA  (Family Medical Leave Act)  So in a blink of an eye I lost my job, health insurance,and a big part of my faith. Thankfully, my husband had a job that agreed to pick up our health insurance. You see back then it was a choice. His job could have refused to insure us. We could have been left destitute in the middle of a pregnancy that went medically wrong.

For the record, we both had graduated from college,had worked both full-time and a part-time jobs each,as we saved for a house. Then in our mid 20's,life was just sailing along. We had a four years old and now had expanded our family with baby number two. We worked hard followed the rules, and then out of a blue came a medical crises that could have destroyed our lives. Without that insurance I am not sure if my beautiful daughter Alayna or I would be here today. As potentially fatal blood clots went into my kidneys; I spent that pregnancy in and out of the hospital with the complications from a blood clotting disorder that would not be discovered until decades later.

With three healthy children, some wonder why I care about those women who come after me. How could I not care? I know how easy it is to go from doing just fine to crises mode. I know that we need laws in place to protect families from greed. I know that greed is sometimes the biggest motivating factor for those who control the marketplace. Humanity and compassion sometimes simply have to be legislated. Having previously worked in healthcare and possessing a lifelong addiction to research; I know that when left to the mercy of whim, sometimes women and children die. As states such as Texas remove access to prenatal care for women they have seen a surge in the mortality rate of pregnant women. Their suggestion that women pray, is an insult to the real miracles that have taken place to save lives. Prayer does not control; insulin, heart disease, kidney disease, blood clotting disorder. Perhaps prayer did give us individuals who developed medications that can and do save lives.

So I symbolically march. I call, I write, I encourage others to call and write, because I bear witness to what access to medical care can make every time I look at my now 24 year old 5'11 daughter. My story from yesterday, must not be repeated by another woman tomorrow. What about you? Will you help me create a better tomorrow?  Please start by not being uncomfortable with my truth, but by embracing my desire to not make it someone else's reality.

Sunday, January 29, 2017

Remaining awake during times of Revolution.


Table of Contents
Delivered at the National Cathedral, Washington, D.C., on 31 March 1968. Congressional Record, 9 April 1968.
I need not pause to say how very delighted I am to be here this morning, to have the opportunity of standing in this very great and significant pulpit. And I do want to express my deep personal appreciation to Dean Sayre and all of the cathedral clergy for extending the invitation.
It is always a rich and rewarding experience to take a brief break from our day-to-day demands and the struggle for freedom and human dignity and discuss the issues involved in that struggle with concerned friends of goodwill all over our nation. And certainly it is always a deep and meaningful experience to be in a worship service. And so for many reasons, I’m happy to be here today.
I would like to use as a subject from which to preach this morning: "Remaining Awake Through a Great Revolution." The text for the morning is found in the book of Revelation. There are two passages there that I would like to quote, in the sixteenth chapter of that book: "Behold I make all things new; former things are passed away."
I am sure that most of you have read that arresting little story from the pen of Washington Irving entitled "Rip Van Winkle." The one thing that we usually remember about the story is that Rip Van Winkle slept twenty years. But there is another point in that little story that is almost completely overlooked. It was the sign in the end, from which Rip went up in the mountain for his long sleep.
When Rip Van Winkle went up into the mountain, the sign had a picture of King George the Third of England. When he came down twenty years later the sign had a picture of George Washington, the first president of the United States. When Rip Van Winkle looked up at the picture of George Washington—and looking at the picture he was amazed—he was completely lost. He knew not who he was.
And this reveals to us that the most striking thing about the story of Rip Van Winkle is not merely that Rip slept twenty years, but that he slept through a revolution. While he was peacefully snoring up in the mountain a revolution was taking place that at points would change the course of history—and Rip knew nothing about it. He was asleep. Yes, he slept through a revolution. And one of the great liabilities of life is that all too many people find themselves living amid a great period of social change, and yet they fail to develop the new attitudes, the new mental responses, that the new situation demands. They end up sleeping through a revolution.
There can be no gainsaying of the fact that a great revolution is taking place in the world today. In a sense it is a triple revolution: that is, a technological revolution, with the impact of automation and cybernation; then there is a revolution in weaponry, with the emergence of atomic and nuclear weapons of warfare; then there is a human rights revolution, with the freedom explosion that is taking place all over the world. Yes, we do live in a period where changes are taking place. And there is still the voice crying through the vista of time saying, "Behold, I make all things new; former things are passed away."
Now whenever anything new comes into history it brings with it new challenges and new opportunities. And I would like to deal with the challenges that we face today as a result of this triple revolution that is taking place in the world today.
First, we are challenged to develop a world perspective. No individual can live alone, no nation can live alone, and anyone who feels that he can live alone is sleeping through a revolution. The world in which we live is geographically one. The challenge that we face today is to make it one in terms of brotherhood.
Now it is true that the geographical oneness of this age has come into being to a large extent through modern man’s scientific ingenuity. Modern man through his scientific genius has been able to dwarf distance and place time in chains. And our jet planes have compressed into minutes distances that once took weeks and even months. All of this tells us that our world is a neighborhood.
Through our scientific and technological genius, we have made of this world a neighborhood and yet we have not had the ethical commitment to make of it a brotherhood. But somehow, and in some way, we have got to do this. We must all learn to live together as brothers or we will all perish together as fools. We are tied together in the single garment of destiny, caught in an inescapable network of mutuality. And whatever affects one directly affects all indirectly. For some strange reason I can never be what I ought to be until you are what you ought to be. And you can never be what you ought to be until I am what I ought to be. This is the way God’s universe is made; this is the way it is structured.
John Donne caught it years ago and placed it in graphic terms: "No man is an island entire of itself. Every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main." And he goes on toward the end to say, "Any man’s death diminishes me because I am involved in mankind; therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee." We must see this, believe this, and live by it if we are to remain awake through a great revolution.
Secondly, we are challenged to eradicate the last vestiges of racial injustice from our nation. I must say this morning that racial injustice is still the black man’s burden and the white man’s shame.
It is an unhappy truth that racism is a way of life for the vast majority of white Americans, spoken and unspoken, acknowledged and denied, subtle and sometimes not so subtle—the disease of racism permeates and poisons a whole body politic. And I can see nothing more urgent than for America to work passionately and unrelentingly—to get rid of the disease of racism.
Something positive must be done. Everyone must share in the guilt as individuals and as institutions. The government must certainly share the guilt; individuals must share the guilt; even the church must share the guilt.
We must face the sad fact that at eleven o’clock on Sunday morning when we stand to sing "In Christ there is no East or West," we stand in the most segregated hour of America.
The hour has come for everybody, for all institutions of the public sector and the private sector to work to get rid of racism. And now if we are to do it we must honestly admit certain things and get rid of certain myths that have constantly been disseminated all over our nation.
One is the myth of time. It is the notion that only time can solve the problem of racial injustice. And there are those who often sincerely say to the Negro and his allies in the white community, "Why don’t you slow up? Stop pushing things so fast. Only time can solve the problem. And if you will just be nice and patient and continue to pray, in a hundred or two hundred years the problem will work itself out."
There is an answer to that myth. It is that time is neutral. It can be used wither constructively or destructively. And I am sorry to say this morning that I am absolutely convinced that the forces of ill will in our nation, the extreme rightists of our nation—the people on the wrong side—have used time much more effectively than the forces of goodwill. And it may well be that we will have to repent in this generation. Not merely for the vitriolic words and the violent actions of the bad people, but for the appalling silence and indifference of the good people who sit around and say, "Wait on time."
Somewhere we must come to see that human progress never rolls in on the wheels of inevitability. It comes through the tireless efforts and the persistent work of dedicated individuals who are willing to be co-workers with God. And without this hard work, time itself becomes an ally of the primitive forces of social stagnation. So we must help time and realize that the time is always ripe to do right.
Now there is another myth that still gets around: it is a kind of over reliance on the bootstrap philosophy. There are those who still feel that if the Negro is to rise out of poverty, if the Negro is to rise out of the slum conditions, if he is to rise out of discrimination and segregation, he must do it all by himself. And so they say the Negro must lift himself by his own bootstraps.
They never stop to realize that no other ethnic group has been a slave on American soil. The people who say this never stop to realize that the nation made the black man’s color a stigma. But beyond this they never stop to realize the debt that they owe a people who were kept in slavery two hundred and forty-four years.
In 1863 the Negro was told that he was free as a result of the Emancipation Proclamation being signed by Abraham Lincoln. But he was not given any land to make that freedom meaningful. It was something like keeping a person in prison for a number of years and suddenly discovering that that person is not guilty of the crime for which he was convicted. And you just go up to him and say, "Now you are free," but you don’t give him any bus fare to get to town. You don’t give him any money to get some clothes to put on his back or to get on his feet again in life.
Every court of jurisprudence would rise up against this, and yet this is the very thing that our nation did to the black man. It simply said, "You’re free," and it left him there penniless, illiterate, not knowing what to do. And the irony of it all is that at the same time the nation failed to do anything for the black man, though an act of Congress was giving away millions of acres of land in the West and the Midwest. Which meant that it was willing to undergird its white peasants from Europe with an economic floor.
But not only did it give the land, it built land-grant colleges to teach them how to farm. Not only that, it provided county agents to further their expertise in farming; not only that, as the years unfolded it provided low interest rates so that they could mechanize their farms. And to this day thousands of these very persons are receiving millions of dollars in federal subsidies every years not to farm. And these are so often the very people who tell Negroes that they must lift themselves by their own bootstraps. It’s all right to tell a man to lift himself by his own bootstraps, but it is a cruel jest to say to a bootless man that he ought to lift himself by his own bootstraps.
We must come to see that the roots of racism are very deep in our country, and there must be something positive and massive in order to get rid of all the effects of racism and the tragedies of racial injustice.
There is another thing closely related to racism that I would like to mention as another challenge. We are challenged to rid our nation and the world of poverty. Like a monstrous octopus, poverty spreads its nagging, prehensile tentacles into hamlets and villages all over our world. Two-thirds of the people of the world go to bed hungry tonight. They are ill-housed; they are ill-nourished; they are shabbily clad. I’ve seen it in Latin America; I’ve seen it in Africa; I’ve seen this poverty in Asia.
I remember some years ago Mrs. King and I journeyed to that great country known as India. And I never will forget the experience. It was a marvelous experience to meet and talk with the great leaders of India, to meet and talk with and to speak to thousands and thousands of people all over that vast country. These experiences will remain dear to me as long as the cords of memory shall lengthen.
But I say to you this morning, my friends, there were those depressing moments. How can one avoid being depressed when he sees with his own eyes evidences of millions of people going to bed hungry at night? How can one avoid being depressed when he sees with his own eyes God’s children sleeping on the sidewalks at night? In Bombay more than a million people sleep on the sidewalks every night. In Calcutta more than six hundred thousand sleep on the sidewalks every night. They have no beds to sleep in; they have no houses to go in. How can one avoid being depressed when he discovers that out of India’s population of more than five hundred million people, some four hundred and eighty million make an annual income of less than ninety dollars a year. And most of them have never seen a doctor or a dentist.
As I noticed these things, something within me cried out, "Can we in America stand idly by and not be concerned?" And an answer came: "Oh no!" Because the destiny of the United States is tied up with the destiny of India and every other nation. And I started thinking of the fact that we spend in America millions of dollars a day to store surplus food, and I said to myself, "I know where we can store that food free of charge—in the wrinkled stomachs of millions of God’s children all over the world who go to bed hungry at night." And maybe we spend far too much of our national budget establishing military bases around the world rather than bases of genuine concern and understanding.
Not only do we see poverty abroad, I would remind you that in our own nation there are about forty million people who are poverty-stricken. I have seen them here and there. I have seen them in the ghettos of the North; I have seen them in the rural areas of the South; I have seen them in Appalachia. I have just been in the process of touring many areas of our country and I must confess that in some situations I have literally found myself crying.
I was in Marks, Mississippi, the other day, which is in Whitman County, the poorest county in the United States. I tell you, I saw hundreds of little black boys and black girls walking the streets with no shoes to wear. I saw their mothers and fathers trying to carry on a little Head Start program, but they had no money. The federal government hadn’t funded them, but they were trying to carry on. They raised a little money here and there; trying to get a little food to feed the children; trying to teach them a little something.
And I saw mothers and fathers who said to me not only were they unemployed, they didn’t get any kind of income—no old-age pension, no welfare check, no anything. I said, "How do you live?" And they say, "Well, we go around, go around to the neighbors and ask them for a little something. When the berry season comes, we pick berries. When the rabbit season comes, we hunt and catch a few rabbits. And that’s about it."
And I was in Newark and Harlem just this week. And I walked into the homes of welfare mothers. I saw them in conditions—no, not with wall-to-wall carpet, but wall-to-wall rats and roaches. I stood in an apartment and this welfare mother said to me, "The landlord will not repair this place. I’ve been here two years and he hasn’t made a single repair." She pointed out the walls with all the ceiling falling through. She showed me the holes where the rats came in. She said night after night we have to stay awake to keep the rats and roaches from getting to the children. I said, "How much do you pay for this apartment?" She said, "a hundred and twenty-five dollars." I looked, and I thought, and said to myself, "It isn’t worth sixty dollars." Poor people are forced to pay more for less. Living in conditions day in and day out where the whole area is constantly drained without being replenished. It becomes a kind of domestic colony. And the tragedy is, so often these forty million people are invisible because America is so affluent, so rich. Because our expressways carry us from the ghetto, we don’t see the poor.
Jesus told a parable one day, and he reminded us that a man went to hell because he didn’t see the poor. His name was Dives. He was a rich man. And there was a man by the name of Lazarus who was a poor man, but not only was he poor, he was sick. Sores were all over his body, and he was so weak that he could hardly move. But he managed to get to the gate of Dives every day, wanting just to have the crumbs that would fall from his table. And Dives did nothing about it. And the parable ends saying, "Dives went to hell, and there were a fixed gulf now between Lazarus and Dives."
There is nothing in that parable that said Dives went to hell because he was rich. Jesus never made a universal indictment against all wealth. It is true that one day a rich young ruler came to him, and he advised him to sell all, but in that instance Jesus was prescribing individual surgery and not setting forth a universal diagnosis. And if you will look at that parable with all of its symbolism, you will remember that a conversation took place between heaven and hell, and on the other end of that long-distance call between heaven and hell was Abraham in heaven talking to Dives in hell.
Now Abraham was a very rich man. If you go back to the Old Testament, you see that he was the richest man of his day, so it was not a rich man in hell talking with a poor man in heaven; it was a little millionaire in hell talking with a multimillionaire in heaven. Dives didn’t go to hell because he was rich; Dives didn’t realize that his wealth was his opportunity. It was his opportunity to bridge the gulf that separated him from his brother Lazarus. Dives went to hell because he was passed by Lazarus every day and he never really saw him. He went to hell because he allowed his brother to become invisible. Dives went to hell because he maximized the minimum and minimized the maximum. Indeed, Dives went to hell because he sought to be a conscientious objector in the war against poverty.
And this can happen to America, the richest nation in the world—and nothing’s wrong with that—this is America’s opportunity to help bridge the gulf between the haves and the have-nots. The question is whether America will do it. There is nothing new about poverty. What is new is that we now have the techniques and the resources to get rid of poverty. The real question is whether we have the will.
In a few weeks some of us are coming to Washington to see if the will is still alive or if it is alive in this nation. We are coming to Washington in a Poor People’s Campaign. Yes, we are going to bring the tired, the poor, the huddled masses. We are going to bring those who have known long years of hurt and neglect. We are going to bring those who have come to feel that life is a long and desolate corridor with no exit signs. We are going to bring children and adults and old people, people who have never seen a doctor or a dentist in their lives.
We are not coming to engage in any histrionic gesture. We are not coming to tear up Washington. We are coming to demand that the government address itself to the problem of poverty. We read one day, "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness." But if a man doesn’t have a job or an income, he has neither life nor liberty nor the possibility for the pursuit of happiness. He merely exists.
We are coming to ask America to be true to the huge promissory note that it signed years ago. And we are coming to engage in dramatic nonviolent action, to call attention to the gulf between promise and fulfillment; to make the invisible visible.
Why do we do it this way? We do it this way because it is our experience that the nation doesn’t move around questions of genuine equality for the poor and for black people until it is confronted massively, dramatically in terms of direct action.
Great documents are here to tell us something should be done. We met here some years ago in the White House conference on civil rights. And we came out with the same recommendations that we will be demanding in our campaign here, but nothing has been done. The President’s commission on technology, automation and economic progress recommended these things some time ago. Nothing has been done. Even the urban coalition of mayors of most of the cities of our country and the leading businessmen have said these things should be done. Nothing has been done. The Kerner Commission came out with its report just a few days ago and then made specific recommendations. Nothing has been done.
And I submit that nothing will be done until people of goodwill put their bodies and their souls in motion. And it will be the kind of soul force brought into being as a result of this confrontation that I believe will make the difference.
Yes, it will be a Poor People’s Campaign. This is the question facing America. Ultimately a great nation is a compassionate nation. America has not met its obligations and its responsibilities to the poor.
One day we will have to stand before the God of history and we will talk in terms of things we’ve done. Yes, we will be able to say we built gargantuan bridges to span the seas, we built gigantic buildings to kiss the skies. Yes, we made our submarines to penetrate oceanic depths. We brought into being many other things with our scientific and technological power.
It seems that I can hear the God of history saying, "That was not enough! But I was hungry, and ye fed me not. I was naked, and ye clothed me not. I was devoid of a decent sanitary house to live in, and ye provided no shelter for me. And consequently, you cannot enter the kingdom of greatness. If ye do it unto the least of these, my brethren, ye do it unto me." That’s the question facing America today.
I want to say one other challenge that we face is simply that we must find an alternative to war and bloodshed. Anyone who feels, and there are still a lot of people who feel that way, that war can solve the social problems facing mankind is sleeping through a great revolution. President Kennedy said on one occasion, "Mankind must put an end to war or war will put an end to mankind." The world must hear this. I pray God that America will hear this before it is too late, because today we’re fighting a war.
I am convinced that it is one of the most unjust wars that has ever been fought in the history of the world. Our involvement in the war in Vietnam has torn up the Geneva Accord. It has strengthened the military-industrial complex; it has strengthened the forces of reaction in our nation. It has put us against the self-determination of a vast majority of the Vietnamese people, and put us in the position of protecting a corrupt regime that is stacked against the poor.
It has played havoc with our domestic destinies. This day we are spending five hundred thousand dollars to kill every Vietcong soldier. Every time we kill one we spend about five hundred thousand dollars while we spend only fifty-three dollars a year for every person characterized as poverty-stricken in the so-called poverty program, which is not even a good skirmish against poverty.
Not only that, it has put us in a position of appearing to the world as an arrogant nation. And here we are ten thousand miles away from home fighting for the so-called freedom of the Vietnamese people when we have not even put our own house in order. And we force young black men and young white men to fight and kill in brutal solidarity. Yet when they come back home that can’t hardly live on the same block together.
The judgment of God is upon us today. And we could go right down the line and see that something must be done—and something must be done quickly. We have alienated ourselves from other nations so we end up morally and politically isolated in the world. There is not a single major ally of the United States of America that would dare send a troop to Vietnam, and so the only friends that we have now are a few client-nations like Taiwan, Thailand, South Korea, and a few others.
This is where we are. "Mankind must put an end to war or war will put an end to mankind," and the best way to start is to put an end to war in Vietnam, because if it continues, we will inevitably come to the point of confronting China which could lead the whole world to nuclear annihilation.
It is no longer a choice, my friends, between violence and nonviolence. It is either nonviolence or nonexistence. And the alternative to disarmament, the alternative to a greater suspension of nuclear tests, the alternative to strengthening the United Nations and thereby disarming the whole world, may well be a civilization plunged into the abyss of annihilation, and our earthly habitat would be transformed into an inferno that even the mind of Dante could not imagine.
This is why I felt the need of raising my voice against that war and working wherever I can to arouse the conscience of our nation on it. I remember so well when I first took a stand against the war in Vietnam. The critics took me on and they had their say in the most negative and sometimes most vicious way.
One day a newsman came to me and said, "Dr. King, don’t you think you’re going to have to stop, now, opposing the war and move more in line with the administration’s policy? As I understand it, it has hurt the budget of your organization, and people who once respected you have lost respect for you. Don’t you feel that you’ve really got to change your position?" I looked at him and I had to say, "Sir, I’m sorry you don’t know me. I’m not a consensus leader. I do not determine what is right and wrong by looking at the budget of the Southern Christian Leadership Conference. I’ve not taken a sort of Gallup Poll of the majority opinion." Ultimately a genuine leader is not a searcher for consensus, but a molder of consensus.
On some positions, cowardice asks the question, is it expedient? And then expedience comes along and asks the question, is it politic? Vanity asks the question, is it popular? Conscience asks the question, is it right?
There comes a time when one must take the position that is neither safe nor politic nor popular, but he must do it because conscience tells him it is right. I believe today that there is a need for all people of goodwill to come with a massive act of conscience and say in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "We ain’t goin’ study war no more." This is the challenge facing modern man.
Let me close by saying that we have difficult days ahead in the struggle for justice and peace, but I will not yield to a politic of despair. I’m going to maintain hope as we come to Washington in this campaign. The cards are stacked against us. This time we will really confront a Goliath. God grant that we will be that David of truth set out against the Goliath of injustice, the Goliath of neglect, the Goliath of refusing to deal with the problems, and go on with the determination to make America the truly great America that it is called to be.
I say to you that our goal is freedom, and I believe we are going to get there because however much she strays away from it, the goal of America is freedom. Abused and scorned though we may be as a people, our destiny is tied up in the destiny of America.
Before the Pilgrim fathers landed at Plymouth, we were here. Before Jefferson etched across the pages of history the majestic words of the Declaration of Independence, we were here. Before the beautiful words of the "Star Spangled Banner" were written, we were here.
For more than two centuries our forebearers labored here without wages. They made cotton king, and they built the homes of their masters in the midst of the most humiliating and oppressive conditions. And yet out of a bottomless vitality they continued to grow and develop. If the inexpressible cruelties of slavery couldn’t stop us, the opposition that we now face will surely fail.
We’re going to win our freedom because both the sacred heritage of our nation and the eternal will of the almighty God are embodied in our echoing demands. And so, however dark it is, however deep the angry feelings are, and however violent explosions are, I can still sing "We Shall Overcome."
We shall overcome because the arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends toward justice.
We shall overcome because Carlyle is right—"No lie can live forever."
We shall overcome because William Cullen Bryant is right—"Truth, crushed to earth, will rise again."
We shall overcome because James Russell Lowell is right—as we were singing earlier today,
Truth forever on the scaffold,
Wrong forever on the throne.
Yet that scaffold sways the future.
And behind the dim unknown stands God,
Within the shadow keeping watch above his own.
With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair the stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood.
Thank God for John, who centuries ago out on a lonely, obscure island called Patmos caught vision of a new Jerusalem descending out of heaven from God, who heard a voice saying, "Behold, I make all things new; former things are passed away."
God grant that we will be participants in this newness and this magnificent development. If we will but do it, we will bring about a new day of justice and brotherhood and peace. And that day the morning stars will sing together and the sons of God will shout for joy. God bless you.

Tuesday, January 3, 2017

Life Letters( Part 3 of 3).


There was a Beatles Cd playing in my home office that day. It was a typical very humid July day in Georgia. We had been living in the south for ten years. After the first few years of adjustment, which included a new baby; I had fallen in love with Georgia’s sticky, warm, summer days. A fan on low was the only thing keeping the room cool.  On the desk I gathered a stack of tan paper. I had recently learned to tea stain paper and I was writing on paper that I had aged myself.  In the last few months I had learned a great deal of new things. I had also rediscovered some old loves; yoga, hiking, reading writing. Years of a partnership bring you to one direction. When the duo becomes one, you can suddenly feel as if you are a complete stranger in your own skin.  So you change or wilt. I had decided to change. Change while still living in the same situation is one thing.  This letter was about to open the door to more radical change; the kind that moves body and soul.

As I picked up my pen, the song ‘Here, There and Everywhere’ came on. I stopped for minute to listen to the lyrics.

Knowing that love is to share
Each one believing that love never dies
Watching her eyes and hoping I'm always there
I will be there
And everywhere
Here, there and everywhere..

It seemed the perfect song for endings, as love songs often are.  That moment when you can’t identify with the love song, is the moment you wake up to the horrible fact that something once very valuable is gone.  After the song ended, I started to write. Once I started, the words came pouring out and I pushed down so hard that the fragile paper started to tear. But I continued on because I was afraid if I stopped I would never be able to write again.

What came out was a journey of our marriage. The ups and downs and the realizations, for there had been many realizations, of a journey that had ended. So I wrote words that would anger. I wrote words that would cause outrage.  But words that were completely honest. Honesty was something I having to relearn after years of lying to myself…..

“I don’t know who you are anymore. You have become a stranger. In the process of trying to figure you out I managed to lose myself.  The past few months, I have been happier than I have been in years. How sad is it that I am happy because I have started to build a life that doesn’t include anyone who would hurt me? That means you must be excluded”

My goodbye letter was a beautiful love letter. Can a goodbye letter
also be a love letter you may ask?  Yes, if in saying goodbye to someone you use to love, you are saying hello you to someone you use to love; yourself.