Today marks the anniversary of the assignation of Dr Martin Luther King, Jr in 1968. Dr King had traveled far on the civil rights road but he knew the struggle was far from over.
In fact, his last speech to the sanitation workers of Memphis on the eve of his death is peppered with references to his own premonitions.
The most recognizable excerpt of that speech:
“Well, I don't know what will happen now. We've got some difficult days ahead. But it doesn't matter with me now. Because I've been to the mountaintop. And I don't mind. Like anybody, I would like to live a long life. Longevity has its place. But I'm not concerned about that now. I just want to do God's will. And He's allowed me to go up to the mountain. And I've looked over. And I've seen the promised land. I may not get there with you. But I want you to know tonight, that we, as a people will get to the promised land. And I'm happy, tonight. I'm not worried about anything. I'm not fearing any man. Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord."
Of course, he was receiving multiple threats daily and had already been attacked on several occasions. Given the violent history of the equal rights struggle in America, it really would not have taken much in the way of clairvoyance to know how tenuous his hold on life really was.
But there is an excerpt from his speech that night that doesn’t usually get coverage and I’d like to rectify that here because in it lies a message of hope and love that can never be stabbed or shot or strangled away:
“You know, several years ago, I was in New York City autographing the first book that I had written. And while sitting there autographing books, a demented black woman came up. The only question I heard from her was, "Are you Martin Luther King?"
And I was looking down writing, and I said yes. And the next minute I felt something beating on my chest. Before I knew it I had been stabbed by this demented woman. I was rushed to Harlem Hospital. It was a dark Saturday afternoon. And that blade had gone through, and the X-rays revealed that the tip of the blade was on the edge of my aorta, the main artery. And once that's punctured, you drown in your own blood--that's the end of you.
It came out in the New York Times the next morning, that if I had sneezed, I would have died. Well, about four days later, they allowed me, after the operation, after my chest had been opened, and the blade had been taken out, to move around in the wheel chair in the hospital. They allowed me to read some of the mail that came in, and from all over the states, and the world, kind letters came in. I read a few, but one of them I will never forget. I had received one from the President and the Vice-President. I've forgotten what those telegrams said. I'd received a visit and a letter from the Governor of New York, but I've forgotten what the letter said. But there was another letter that came from a little girl, a young girl who was a student at the White Plains High School. And I looked at that letter, and I'll never forget it. It said simply, "Dear Dr. King: I am a ninth-grade student at the Whites Plains High School." She said, "While it should not matter, I would like to mention that I am a white girl. I read in the paper of your misfortune, and of your suffering. And I read that if you had sneezed, you would have died. And I'm simply writing you to say that I'm so happy that you didn't sneeze."
In fact, his last speech to the sanitation workers of Memphis on the eve of his death is peppered with references to his own premonitions.
The most recognizable excerpt of that speech:
“Well, I don't know what will happen now. We've got some difficult days ahead. But it doesn't matter with me now. Because I've been to the mountaintop. And I don't mind. Like anybody, I would like to live a long life. Longevity has its place. But I'm not concerned about that now. I just want to do God's will. And He's allowed me to go up to the mountain. And I've looked over. And I've seen the promised land. I may not get there with you. But I want you to know tonight, that we, as a people will get to the promised land. And I'm happy, tonight. I'm not worried about anything. I'm not fearing any man. Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord."
Of course, he was receiving multiple threats daily and had already been attacked on several occasions. Given the violent history of the equal rights struggle in America, it really would not have taken much in the way of clairvoyance to know how tenuous his hold on life really was.
But there is an excerpt from his speech that night that doesn’t usually get coverage and I’d like to rectify that here because in it lies a message of hope and love that can never be stabbed or shot or strangled away:
“You know, several years ago, I was in New York City autographing the first book that I had written. And while sitting there autographing books, a demented black woman came up. The only question I heard from her was, "Are you Martin Luther King?"
And I was looking down writing, and I said yes. And the next minute I felt something beating on my chest. Before I knew it I had been stabbed by this demented woman. I was rushed to Harlem Hospital. It was a dark Saturday afternoon. And that blade had gone through, and the X-rays revealed that the tip of the blade was on the edge of my aorta, the main artery. And once that's punctured, you drown in your own blood--that's the end of you.
It came out in the New York Times the next morning, that if I had sneezed, I would have died. Well, about four days later, they allowed me, after the operation, after my chest had been opened, and the blade had been taken out, to move around in the wheel chair in the hospital. They allowed me to read some of the mail that came in, and from all over the states, and the world, kind letters came in. I read a few, but one of them I will never forget. I had received one from the President and the Vice-President. I've forgotten what those telegrams said. I'd received a visit and a letter from the Governor of New York, but I've forgotten what the letter said. But there was another letter that came from a little girl, a young girl who was a student at the White Plains High School. And I looked at that letter, and I'll never forget it. It said simply, "Dear Dr. King: I am a ninth-grade student at the Whites Plains High School." She said, "While it should not matter, I would like to mention that I am a white girl. I read in the paper of your misfortune, and of your suffering. And I read that if you had sneezed, you would have died. And I'm simply writing you to say that I'm so happy that you didn't sneeze."
And Dr King, so touched by this simple message went on to say:
"And I want to say tonight, I want to say that I am happy that I didn't sneeze. Because if I had sneezed, I wouldn't have been around here in 1960, when students all over the South started sitting-in at lunch counters. And I knew that as they were sitting in, they were really standing up for the best in the American dream. And taking the whole nation back to those great wells of democracy which were dug deep by the Founding Fathers in the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution. If I had sneezed, I wouldn't have been around in 1962, when Negroes in Albany, Georgia, decided to straighten their backs up. And whenever men and women straighten their backs up, they are going somewhere, because a man can't ride your back unless it is bent. If I had sneezed, I wouldn't have been here in 1963, when the black people of Birmingham, Alabama, aroused the conscience of this nation, and brought into being the Civil Rights Bill. If I had sneezed, I wouldn't have had a chance later that year, in August, to try to tell America about a dream that I had had. If I had sneezed, I wouldn't have been down in Selma, Alabama, to see the great movement there. If I had sneezed, I wouldn't have been in Memphis to see a community rally around those brothers and sisters who are suffering. I'm so happy that I didn't sneeze."
Imagine all the events that might NOT have happened had Dr King sneezed. Sometimes it's the small, seemingly insignificant things in life that have the greatest impact. Dr King, I'm also glad you didn't sneeze.
What a touching story. Thanks for that. I'm glad he didn't sneeze, too.
ReplyDeleteNice. I am of course, forever grateful for what Dr. King accomplished in our country.
ReplyDeleteLike Shaw, I too am glad he was not stricken by a sudden allergy attack that day.
Thanks rocky. I didn't know any of this. Great post.
ReplyDeleteThank you all. Dr King was such an icon of the civil rights movement, his warm, human side sometimes gets lost.
ReplyDeleteThat is why I chose the picture of him smiling. He is not just a historic figure, he was a human being just like the rest of us.
I wish he had more time...
And, Shaw, thanks for the h/t at your blog.
Not meaning to ignore this post, I thought a fitting tribute to the memory of Dr. King should include a reminder that racism stalks the Internet.
ReplyDeleteI refer to Gray Headed Brother, a blogger who removed himself from the Internet this week. Why? The relentless harassment of trolls, the subject of Captain Fogg's latest post (please see above).
Gray Headed Brother blogged about his experience of America during the civil rights era. His posts rankled the über-patriot trolls who called him "racist." Why is it considered racist for a victim of racism to recall his memories of racism?
Apparently only sanitized histories are allowed, according to trolls.
8pus, I was also on his site and while I thought he might bring a unique perspective to the bloggerhood, I thought his posts were getting increasingly incendiary, probably in reaction to the trolls and then it just crashed and burned under the weight.
ReplyDeleteToo bad, because, given time, I think he might have had a really good venue there for debate on race in America.
A very thoughtful post, Rocky. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteI thought his posts were getting increasingly incendiary ...
ReplyDeleteBut it was his blog, his space, his forum. There were conservative bloggers who did not agree with GHB but left respectful comments. Pamela and Open Minded Republican, for example, left supportive comments for GHB, for which I am very grateful. It was the overwhelming preponderance of trolls making an ugly spectacle ... the worst I have seen ... that made this incident so despicable.
I found the whole thing that happened over at GHB's equally despicable.
ReplyDeleteWhile it certainly was his blog, my point was that by allowing himself to be "trolled", he fell into the trap of producing posts aimed at troll responses.
As I said, given time, I think he could have produced a really great venue for debating race in America.
His experience is a classic example of why our comment policy exists and should be widely adopted. I hope he will learn by the experience and try again.
I heard this on Tom Joyner and thank you for posting!
ReplyDeleteA beautiful tribute to the man behind the icon. Rocky, we belong to the southern sisterhood society. I chose the same image of Dr. King for my recent post for the same reason.
ReplyDeleteThank you all. Dr King was such an icon of the civil rights movement, his warm, human side sometimes gets lost.
That is why I chose the picture of him smiling. He is not just a historic figure, he was a human being just like the rest of us.
Who was the little girl that wrote martin l king a letter that went to white plains high school?
ReplyDeleteI've looked all over and can find nothing other than the mention that there was a letter.
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