Infinite Hope

This last year has shown ample evidence that W.E.B. Dubois was right to proclaim “the problem of the 20th century [was] the problem of the color line”[1], and here and now in the 21st century the problem still persists.   Some people would insist that America is equal now and that was a problem of the past, but this, I am afraid, is not the case:

  • Since 1968 the poverty gap between blacks and whites has been on the decline and if the rate maintains then we shall see the gap bridged in the year 2152.[2]
  • Since 1968 the per capita income gap has been shrinking and if we can maintain we will find equality in the year 2582.[3]
  • And, since the 1970’s the rate of black home-ownership has been on the rise and one day in the year 3665—we shall find equality.[4]
  • At some point, very soon, we will know with high statistical significance that one in three black children will be incarcerated in their lifetime.[5]

And some things have not improved…

  • Black unemployment compared to white unemployment is worse now than it was in 1970.[6]
  • Black children under one years old have a 250% chance of infant mortality than white children—much worse than it was in 1970.[7]

As Nothing’s Sacred is the title of this blog and today on Martin Luther King day I am hard pressed to find an element of Dr. Kings life to critique and challenge, so the only thing I can do is challenge what stands within the shadow of his legacy.

Freedom and equality are not something you can just grant or dictate, like a tax code or the rules of a board game. Freedom and equality are autonomous actions that must be asserted by freethinking, free seeking and free acting people. The day you stop asserting your own freedom is the day that others will assert their free will upon you.   In the 21st century we have been fixated with the notion of tolerance and this ubiquitous and hollow expression is now the axiom for Human Resources departments and has become a constant fixture in the slogans of many non-profits. But, are we so petty and so shallow as to negate the notion of equality to such a minimal level of acceptance? Implicitly stating that we truly do not want to be in mixed company, but for the sake of the greater good, for the sake of the laws, for the sake of not being that racist guy at some cocktail party—we will remain tolerant. You stay over here and I will stay over there.   Dr. King did not fight for racial tolerance; he fought for love, and more so, he fought with love.   The messages Dr. King brought forth were truly sacred and it’s rather unfortunate that his messages are just as relevant today as they were then—the only true profanity is how disgracefully and callously we have trampled all over his dreams.

But, however, as the great Dr. King as taught us– our past does not define our future and, for that,  we shall set aside our “finite disappointment” and, while united as one, look forward and find solace in what we all have in common– our eternal bond, our eternal spirit and our “…infinite hope.”[8]


Eulogy for the Martyred Children

By Reverend Martin Luther King Jr.

Delivered at the funeral services for Addie Mae Collins, Carol Denise McNair and Cynthia Diane Wesley on August 18th 1963

“This afternoon we gather in the quiet of this sanctuary to pay our last tribute of respect to these beautiful children of God. They entered the stage of history just a few years ago, and in the brief years that they were privileged to act on this mortal stage, they played their parts exceedingly well. Now the curtain falls; they move through the exit; the drama of their earthly life comes to a close. They are now committed back to that eternity from which they came.

These children—unoffending, innocent, and beautiful—were the victims of one of the most vicious and tragic crimes ever perpetrated against humanity.

And yet they died nobly. They are the martyred heroines of a holy crusade for freedom and human dignity. And so this afternoon in a real sense they have something to say to each of us in their death. They have something to say to every minister of the gospel who has remained silent behind the safe security of stained-glass windows. They have something to say to every politician [Audience:] (Yeah) who has fed his constituents with the stale bread of hatred and the spoiled meat of racism. They have something to say to a federal government that has compromised with the undemocratic practices of southern Dixiecrats (Yeah) and the blatant hypocrisy of right-wing northern Republicans. (Speak) They have something to say to every Negro (Yeah) who has passively accepted the evil system of segregation and who has stood on the sidelines in a mighty struggle for justice. They say to each of us, black and white alike, that we must substitute courage for caution. They say to us that we must be concerned not merely about who murdered them, but about the system, the way of life, the philosophy which produced the murderers. Their death says to us that we must work passionately and unrelentingly for the realization of the American dream.

And so my friends, they did not die in vain. (Yeah) God still has a way of wringing good out of evil. (Oh yes) And history has proven over and over again that unmerited suffering is redemptive. The innocent blood of these little girls may well serve as a redemptive force (Yeah) that will bring new light to this dark city. (Yeah) The holy Scripture says, “A little child shall lead them.” (Oh yeah) The death of these little children may lead our whole Southland (Yeah) from the low road of man’s inhumanity to man to the high road of peace and brotherhood. (Yeah, Yes) These tragic deaths may lead our nation to substitute an aristocracy of character for an aristocracy of color. The spilled blood of these innocent girls may cause the whole citizenry of Birmingham (Yeah) to transform the negative extremes of a dark past into the positive extremes of a bright future. Indeed this tragic event may cause the white South to come to terms with its conscience.


And so I stand here to say this afternoon to all assembled here, that in spite of the darkness of this hour (Yeah Well), we must not despair. (Yeah, Well) We must not become bitter (Yeah, That’s right), nor must we harbor the desire to retaliate with violence. No, we must not lose faith in our white brothers. (Yeah, Yes) Somehow we must believe that the most misguided among them can learn to respect the dignity and the worth of all human personality.

May I now say a word to you, the members of the bereaved families? It is almost impossible to say anything that can console you at this difficult hour and remove the deep clouds of disappointment which are floating in your mental skies. But I hope you can find a little consolation from the universality of this experience. Death comes to every individual. There is an amazing democracy about death. It is not aristocracy for some of the people, but a democracy for all of the people. Kings die and beggars die; rich men and poor men die; old people die and young people die. Death comes to the innocent and it comes to the guilty. Death is the irreducible common denominator of all men.

I hope you can find some consolation from Christianity’s affirmation that death is not the end. Death is not a period that ends the great sentence of life, but a comma that punctuates it to more lofty significance. Death is not a blind alley that leads the human race into a state of nothingness, but an open door which leads man into life eternal. Let this daring faith, this great invincible surmise, be your sustaining power during these trying days.

Now I say to you in conclusion, life is hard, at times as hard as crucible steel. It has its bleak and difficult moments. Like the ever-flowing waters of the river, life has its moments of drought and its moments of flood. (Yeah, Yes) Like the ever-changing cycle of the seasons, life has the soothing warmth of its summers and the piercing chill of its winters. (Yeah) And if one will hold on, he will discover that God walks with him (Yeah, Well), and that God is able (Yeah, Yes) to lift you from the fatigue of despair to the buoyancy of hope, and transform dark and desolate valleys into sunlit paths of inner peace.

And so today, you do not walk alone. You gave to this world wonderful children. [moans] They didn’t live long lives, but they lived meaningful lives. (Well) Their lives were distressingly small in quantity, but glowingly large in quality. (Yeah) And no greater tribute can be paid to you as parents, and no greater epitaph can come to them as children, than where they died and what they were doing when they died. (Yeah) They did not die in the dives and dens of Birmingham (Yeah, Well), nor did they die discussing and listening to filthy jokes. (Yeah) They died between the sacred walls of the church of God (Yeah, Yes), and they were discussing the eternal meaning (Yes) of love. This stands out as a beautiful, beautiful thing for all generations. (Yes) Shakespeare had Horatio to say some beautiful words as he stood over the dead body of Hamlet. And today, as I stand over the remains of these beautiful, darling girls, I paraphrase the words of Shakespeare: (Yeah, Well): Good night, sweet princesses. Good night, those who symbolize a new day. (Yeah, Yes) And may the flight of angels (That’s right) take thee to thy eternal rest. God bless you.”[9]





[1] Bois, W. E. B. The Souls of Black Folk Essays and Sketches. Charlottesville, Va.: U of Virginia Library, 1996. Print.

[2] Jensen, Robert. The Heart of Whiteness: Confronting Race, Racism, and White Privilege. San Francisco, CA: City Lights, 2005. Print.

[3] Ibid.

[4] Ibid.

[5] Ibid.

[6] Ibid.

[7] Ibid.

[8] King, Martin Luther, and James Melvin Washington. A Testament of Hope: The Essential Writings of Martin Luther King, Jr. San Francisco: Harper & Row, 1986. Print.

[9] Funeral Service Eulogy, August 18th 1963, Birmingham, AL


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