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“We Are Not Afraid” Revisiting the Life and Work of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
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Contents
Preface / Introduction 1
Chapter 1 “We Are Not Afraid” 1
Chapter 2 America’s newest national monument debuts, dedicated to The Reverend Doctor Martin Luther King, Jr. What we must never forget about the man and his resounding message. 1
Chapter 3 Maya Angelou lashes out on paraphrase at the new Martin Luther King, Jr. Memorial… and she’s right. 1
Appendix 1
Resource 1
Preface / Introduction
Good day, my fellow Americans and my fellow citizens of Planet Earth. We have gathered today to hear one of the greatest orators in the history of our species. He has let it be known that he has something of epochal importance to impart…. and we have gathered in our billions to hear it.
I do not overstate the case when I say “billions”, for Dr. King’s audience today is composed of more people than any other event in human history. Why so many? They know this man… They respect his vision… He has helped them before, and they feel certain he will help them again, touching their hearts, changing their lives, soothing their troubled spirits.
“I Have A Dream”
The last time he called us together was August 28th, 1963, for what came to be known as the “I Have A Dream” Speech. He reminded us that without dreams there can be no progress and without progress the people suffer and die, tragic evidence of our undeniable culpability.
That was a great day for dreamers and visionaries across the globe; a day when light replaced darkness for so many and millions felt hope for the first time in their challenged and overburdened lives; blessed at last by “Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness”; mere words no longer but active possibilities to be used and enjoyed. “Sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation.”
Consider the man and his titanic mission. An entire race danced noxious attendance upon an anxious majority of the population; the one determined to preserve its superior position; the other oppressed and fearful they would make even some trivial error against the baleful Jim Crow system of profound segregation, thereby calling upon them their “betters” certain and severest retribution.
Trust between the races was non-existent; cooperation unknown; amity as fleeting as a frosty smile that didn’t last. The richest soil of the nation produced only a bumper crop of fear, hatred, and the “strange fruit” of premature death and hideous dis-figuration, no one safe, black or white, north or south, day or night, no matter how acquiescent or careful.
Let us now consider this man and the responsibility he shouldered, always at terrible risk. He was in the prime of his productive life when he heard and took to heart the words of the old Negro spiritual, “Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last.”
“We Are Not Afraid” Revisiting the Life and Work of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
Chapter 1 “We Are Not Afraid”
Author’s Program Note: Good day, my fellow Americans and my fellow citizens of Planet Earth. We have gathered today to hear one of the greatest orators in the history of our species. He has let it be known that he has something of epochal importance to impart…. and we have gathered in our billions to hear it.
I do not overstate the case when I say “billions”, for Dr. King’s audience today is composed of more people than any other event in human history. Why so many? They know this man… They respect his vision… He has helped them before, and they feel certain he will help them again, touching their hearts, changing their lives, soothing their troubled spirits.
“I Have A Dream”
The last time he called us together was August 28th, 1963, for what came to be known as the “I Have A Dream” Speech. He reminded us that without dreams there can be no progress and without progress the people suffer and die, tragic evidence of our undeniable culpability.
That was a great day for dreamers and visionaries across the globe; a day when light replaced darkness for so many and millions felt hope for the first time in their challenged and overburdened lives; blessed at last by “Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness”; mere words no longer but active possibilities to be used and enjoyed. “Sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation.”
Consider the man and his titanic mission. An entire race danced noxious attendance upon an anxious majority of the population; the one determined to preserve its superior position; the other oppressed and fearful they would make even some trivial error against the baleful Jim Crow system of profound segregation, thereby calling upon them their “betters” certain and severest retribution.
Trust between the races was non-existent; cooperation unknown; amity as fleeting as a frosty smile that didn’t last. The richest soil of the nation produced only a bumper crop of fear, hatred, and the “strange fruit” of premature death and hideous dis-figuration, no one safe, black or white, north or south, day or night, no matter how acquiescent or careful.
Let us now consider this man and the responsibility he shouldered, always at terrible risk. He was in the prime of his productive life when he heard and took to heart the words of the old Negro spiritual, “Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last.” He has come here today to bring freedom to us all, freedom and joy.
Part 1 Dr. Lant introduces the program and comments on the action.
Good-Day, World. Welcome to the WritersSecrets Sky Box high above the stern, majestic Lincoln Memorial, scene of so many historic moments in the life of our Great Republic, including Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr’s iconic 1963 “I Have A Dream” speech.
We have gathered here and around our tumultuous globe to hear a revered and venerable man of
God help us at a time of earthly crisis and unparalleled challenge. The program begins with the
God help us at a time of earthly crisis and unparalleled challenge. The program begins with the greatest of Martin Luther’s hymns, “A Mighty Fortress Is Our God”, written in 1529 by a man so honored by Reverend Michael King, Sr. that following a 1936 trip to Germany he renamed himself the Reverend Martin Luther King, Sr. and his seven year old son Martin Luther King, Jr. Access any search engine and feel the power of the church militant tapped by the Reverends King for their great endeavors; available, too, for yours.
“With our powers we will fail/ We would soon be defeated/ But for us fights the chosen man/Whom God Himself elected.”
And so the adamant, soaring words are lifted higher today on the largest video screens available. Now the colors… the music… the lyrics punch the sky as we move gently in Washington, D.C. from radiant afternoon to expectant evening.
One senses destiny here today. It is the kind of day you will relate to your grandchildren with pride. “I was there!”, and those who had neither time nor vision will rue this day of loss for a lifetime, bowing their heads in shame…
Arrival
“There you catch a glimpse of Dr. King being helped out of his car, to be greeted by the Mayor of Washington, DC at the foot of the Lincoln Memorial. His son Michael King, Jr. helps him out and hands him his cane. This cane was given to him by a former member of the Georgia Ku Klux Klan who participated in lynching a young black man. A silver plaque was engraved, “Father forgive me.” When questioned as to why he used this cane, his invariable response was, “There but for the grace of God…”
“Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord.”
On the night of November 18,1861 Julia Ward Howe went to bed as usual and slept quite soundly, waking up to await the cool gray of dawn. Then, all of a sudden, she experienced the thrill that is creation, long lines of a desired poem clear in her mind.
“I must get up,” she said, “So, with a sudden effort, I sprang out of bed and found in the dimness an old stump of a pen which I remembered to have used the day before. I scrawled the verses almost without looking at the paper.” As so was born “The Battle Hymn of the Republic”, with its perpetual call to action and robust certainty indicating purity of heart and God’s will and glory.
Now these irrefutable words are playing above me for the world to know, along with the inspired music. For this night at least, God’s in his Heaven, all’s right with the world. Find it in any search engine for here is happiness, too long deferred, too little known, our right, pilgrim that you are.
“Glory, glory Hallelujah/ His truth is marching on, and you are called to join “while God is marching on!”
Part 2 “Here in my heart I do believe.”
The most mild of twilights is now the most perfect of nights, the huge crowd disciplined and respectful, intent alone upon listening to the final notes of Julia Ward Howe’s magnificent poem on freedom’s cost.
Then her notes of adamant purpose are superseded by the anthem of the Civil Rights Movement, the cause that changed America and brought international leadership and renown to Martin Luther King, Jr.
The man, his moment, his anthem, his message all come together here, now. If there is kismet, it is here.
The crowd leaps to its feet as if by a single movement. There are cheers, shouts, whistles, and most of all a million clenched fists, the symbol of revolution and what its supporters can and will give towards its success, not just now… but every day in its ineluctable purpose. This is why Dr. King has come again to the Capital of the Great Republic. And so this 87 year old leader is wheeled to a shared destiny, for we have all travelled with him and shared in the important results we have achieved together.
Thus the men’s chorus of Morehouse College serenades with the greatest tune in their repertory, sung to the most famous of its alumni (class of 1944, aged 15). “You can do anything” they have been told since birth… and today they believe it and know they have never walked alone.
“We’ll walk hand in hand”… “We shall live in peace” and then alternating on the vast screens;
“We are not afraid…” and “We shall overcome.” Like so many worldwide I brushed away a tear, then another, and said a private prayer, for I knew, we all knew, we could do this thing and be the better for it, or we could die by certain inches, excuses, denials, expert only in looking the other way.
When I looked up, this man of men was at the platform, frail, held so he would not fall; the prophet who had come so far over so long a distance. He knew what he must do to ensure we would do what we must do. If this could be done, then anything could be done, and we must work hard to ensure it would be, for our chances were dwindling, the planet, our single home, at greater risk every single minute; our end if not yet predictable, at least imaginable.
After wave after wave of cheers, the acclaim began to subside. A professional to his fingertips, he knew just when to step in and take command. After several raucous minutes, he grasped the podium. We knew he would give his last drop of blood, willingly, joyfully, with gratitude, glad to have what he needed, the support of generations, including even the love of those who had once upon a time hated and despised him, anguish and murder their ready tools.. These, too, against all predictions had learned from him. “Father forgive me…” The power of redemption was always near at hand when Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was nigh.
As he took his place at the podium, each and every one of the giant screens burst forth with the most famous of his many famous quotations, “I Have A Dream” and as these words took flight to the very gates of Heaven, the crowd was on its feet again, with their thousands of approbations, approvals, enthusiasms, and motivations. The crucial connection between Prophet and people took place making this a thrilling experience for all.
Just then a gust of wind blew through the assembled masses, his striking doctoral gown from Boston University billowed, reminding us that here was a scholar, a theologian, a pastor, a historian, a writer, an orator, a visionary, a thinker and most of all a seeker after Truth. He had done his work, and it was well and truly done. Hallelujah!
The Speech
“I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.”
This is how I began my remarks to you in 1963 and this is how I begin them to you today. My words were candid and urgent then. My words are candid and urgent to you today. Let me begin with gratitude.
So many of you here today, so many of you around the globe have worked together that I can report with pride this day dawns better than yesterday, and we stand together to ensure tomorrow will be better yet. This is good news indeed, and we can feel proud of what we have done and what I know we will do together. Hallelujah! There are many reasons why we are better off today than then, and I place them before you now. We achieved them together. Let us then celebrate them together too, always remembering that further progress is dependent upon maximum unity.
I call upon you now for that essential unity. I have a dream… and that dream is your complete and utter commitment to freedom here! Freedom now! Freedom forever and ever. Amen!
Will you, dear friends and colleagues, join me in making that commitment, for the good of all is dependent on the work of each?
I have a dream that all are equal before the law, no one above the other, fairness and equality our constant and never-ending goal.
I have a dream that the benefits of education be available, and joyfully too, to every child, and that this education include art, music, and all the liberal arts, for these contain the essential wisdom of our species.
I have a dream that no one should want for health care. No people, no nation can be great when so many lack the basics of sustained health and necessary nutrition. Now is the time to achieve this goal.
I have a dream where women who want to work do so with equal pay for equal work. A great nation must be a fair nation and that fairness, long overdue, must come now.
I have a dream that air be clean…. that water be pure… that animals be protected and plants as well.
And most of all, I have a dream that there be peace on Earth, good will towards men. This is the most important dream of all, and the most pressing.
Whether these dreams stay dreams or whether they become hard-won reality and not just philosophical possibility depends on each of us. If a single person hearing this message declines to help implement it, the dream must wither and die. You see, we either ascend together or we decline together to that extent.
That is why, as I conclude my visit with you, I remind you all not just that we shall overcome but that we are not afraid. We know the work is long and arduous. We know many will obstruct and deride. We know this is not the goal of days, weeks, or even decades.
However, we must take up the burden for it is not just my dream that is at stake.
It is the dream of every one of us, all children of God wherever we are, however we pray. Be not afraid we shall fail, rather be afraid we must fail if we do not walk together hand in hand. If we do this, failure is unthinkable, our victory sure and certain; once blind, now found, each and every one of us by amazing grace that saved a wretch like me.
Envoi
Having finished his historic remarks, he slumped in the arms of his first son. But he wanted just a minute more, to look at the site of his great triumphs. He was tired now and it showed. But what also showed was his confidence that his message was even now growing, his life’s work secure.
All over the great mall people were singing “Amazing Grace”, the well-known lyrics on every screen and holding hands, each link a bridge to tomorrow.
One giant screen showed Dr. King shaking hands with the people great and small who came to touch him and see him off. In a moment, he was in his car, now speeding into the dark night of eternity, his home for the ages.
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Chapter 2 America’s newest national monument debuts, dedicated to The Reverend Doctor Martin Luther King, Jr. What we must never forget about the man and his resounding message.
Author’s program note. Only one song would do for this of all articles, the iconic anthem of the American Civil Rights Movement (1955-1968), “We Shall Overcome.”
It was not so much a song as a declaration of purpose and profound resolve, one that did not merely state and celebrate the destination… but constituted a collective pledge, renewed with each singing, that adherents were united in mind, body and purpose; for they would need all that, and more, as they moved towards the inspiring goal of equality, where people who were divided by tradition, at last forged unity from divisiveness.
“We Shall Overcome” is a protest song. The lyrics are derived from the refrain of a gospel song by
Charles Albert Tindley. It was first published in 1947 in the People’s Song Bulletin, a publication of People’s Songs, an organization of which Pete Seeger was the director. The song became associated with the Civil Rights Movement from 1959, when Guy Carawan launched it as the most famous, motivating, and ultimately elegiac song of the movement; their soaring battle hymn. It was what the oppressed people, their adherents and their resolute opponents heard when fire hoses were turned on them, dogs ordered to snarl and bite, and truncheons beat down upon the pilgrims sore beset.
There were many heroes in those days, but not yet a Hero who would rise above the others and become the very heartbeat of the movement, its public face and voice to the world.
That man had not yet emerged, but his first important moment was about to take place… in Birmingham, Alabama, where from a prison cell he was about to instruct his followers, his opponents, and a world oppressed by a panoply of civil rights abuses in what a man who believes in justice must do.
Consider this man now, on the threshold of history. He is mortal, frail, fragile, with profound doubts, hesitations and an acute consciousness of his inadequacies. He, like so many Heroes hoped that he would not have to be what he was in process of becoming; he hoped others would shoulder a substantial part of the burden. But History is infallible. It saw, as the individual did not, that this man could rise above his own demons and limitations… to become what the movement must have to succeed: a moral compass, a higher purpose, a complete humanity, and the ability to be beaten down, bitten, spat on, bruised, and beaten again — and yet love his tormentors, direct the anger of his people towards benign purpose, and always get up… showing that violence, any violence, could not stop him… and so would not stop the movement either. This was sublime! This was what the man was on this planet to do… though he did not entirely know this yet.
And so in April, 1963 he went to the most bigoted city in America, likely the most segregated, the least hospitable to its black inhabitants, the city that taught the nation how to insult, condescend, intimidate, and, all too often, to kill people of color for being born and being in the wrong place at the wrong time. It was the capital of every finely turned, exquisite form of segregation and haters of every kind looked first to Birmingham as the citadel of their embittered beliefs, the fortress for immemorial hate that every black citizen knew only too well.
And so Martin Luther King, Jr. went to Birmingham as he went to so many fateful destinations… because it was necessary, because it was the right thing to do, because the people needed succor and relief and he had that to give and to spare.
The Birmingham event was a planned non-violent protest conducted by the Alabama Christian Movement for Human Rights and King’s Southern Christian Leadership Conference against racial segregation by Birmingham’s city government and downtown retailers. He was among the first arrested… the first taken harshly, insistently to his “suite” in Birmingham City Jail. It had to be a shock, jolting, demeaning, insulting, humiliating for this man who so loved life and life’s pleasures, more accustomed to the Word of God than the execrations of man.
But he had something to say, something which he had clearly thought about for some time, because he wrote without hesitation its profound message of import to all the world and it’s downtrodden.
King responds to eight white Alabama clergyman who opposed his visit to Birmingham.
On April 12, 1963 eight local clergymen offered Dr. King the benefit of their erudition and desire to defuse the anxious situation and rescue the imperiled status quo. These leaders of the church did what so many such have done over the ages. Bereft of courage, with cloudy vision, and a desire to safeguard their own positions and pulpits, they wrote Dr. King to leave… to let things take their course… to stop the violence and be patient… it would be, they were quite clear, so much better so. They didn’t have to say it would be better for them…
Dr. King was bruised in body and spirit as he arrived at the city jail. He must have wondered how he came there and whether against so much hatred he could achieve his goal. He must have wondered, too, at how many people already relied upon him… and of the terrible sacrifices he might ask them to make, even unto death itself. At such a time, a man, any man, might so wonder and reflect.
But then he read the sentiments of these local clergymen about his mission to Birmingham, criticizing it as “unwise and untimely”. He read these words, and he knew at once what he must do… and so the words of high portent and unmistakable conviction came swiftly.
He started his response in the way any disagreeing minister might have addressed a colleague, professionally, directly, pointedly. But this was not destined to be such a letter between Christian clergy of differing views. He had a higher purpose, and it was soon apparent. He meant to remind (if they knew), to teach (if they didn’t) his fellow clerics a fundamental precept of their ministries. He aimed to show them, once, for all, clearly, that justice was their business, the very heart of their business and he meant his message to be stern, unequivocal, a bell summoning all to recognition of their profound duties.
First he reminded these clergymen of the South, with their regional blindness, that the issue was not Southern, but American — “Anyone who lives in the United States can never be considered an outsider anywhere within its bounds”. In short, what was happening in Birmingham and what made the demonstration necessary was not merely a Birmingham problem or a Southern problem… it was an American problem (not to mention by quick extension a universal problem of long suffering humanity.)
And so he built his case for action now point by irrefutable point, making the considered advice of the local clergy seem like what it was, a self-serving argument keeping the blacks in their place, patient in the face of intimidation, outrage, and a white wrath ready to explode into legally sanctioned outrages against black citizens at any time.
Thus did King find the voice of moral certainty, the voice which freed so many and which resulted in time in the sacrifice of his very life, taken by those who came to know him as the dreaded prophet of black deliverance, and so necessary to destroy.
“Injustice,” he trumpeted, “anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.” The haters, the entrenched segregationists, the racial purists, the purveyors of inequitable laws and legal terrorism and abuse, for all that they wrote volumes in support of their unsustainable opinions never uttered a phrase so powerful as this… a phrase that showed just where right and a better future lay. He signed his soon-to-be-world- famous “Letter from Birmingham City Jail”, “Yours for the cause of Peace and Brotherhood” and had it smuggled out in a toothpaste tube to avoid the jail’s guards.
Now this man has morphed into mythology with a grandiose civic temple for his observances. The architect Chinese artist Lei Yixin has been criticized for his work. No matter. Any architect’s work and vision would have found censure in the eyes of the jealous others who were not selected. But the truth is, this monument will soon be amongst the most popular, for all that the great monuments to Jefferson, Lincoln, and Franklin D. Roosevelt are near at hand.
“Now,” borrowing Edward Stanton’s words on Lincoln, King “belongs to the ages.” Here his greatest challenge will be in so inspiring those who follow in his footsteps, that his timeless message remains timely and is not forgotten by all those so beholden to the man who is now enshrined amidst among the worthies of the Great Republic his life’s work so enhanced.
Chapter 3 Maya Angelou lashes out on paraphrase at the new Martin Luther King, Jr. Memorial… and she’s right.
Author’s program note. To understand the point of this article, the point of Maya Angelou’s complaint about paraphrasing the great words of one of history’s most influential speakers on his very monument, you must love both language and precision. And above all you must love the truth.
At age 83, Angelou is an honest woman. She is a truth-telling woman. And is a woman who understands and can wield with effect the right words in the right order. Most people will call her a writer, and a writer she is. But I prefer to call her a poet, for she is that, too.
A poet is a person who strives to deliver maximum impact with minimum words… who labors with the demons of truth, the difficulties of language and who works obsessively (for every poet is obsessive) with delivering just the right meaning… and this is difficult.
To such a person, gifted with the scourge of outrage, the loutish behavior of the officials in charge of the new national memorial to the Reverend Doctor Martin Luther King, Jr. is deeply painful… and thoroughly outrageous. Not least because in true loutish fashion, they did not have a clue that their seemingly innocent action would produce justifiable rage.
But before we dig into that, I want you to hear Maya Angelou, poet, read from her acclaimed works, for few poets have won so much recognition as she… listening to the woman as she reads her words will make it clear why. Go to any search engine. Listen to the cadence, feel the way she caresses the language, loving each word tenderly before she delivers it to an expectant world. She is in love with language and the mighty power of language… and she is at war with the unenlightened who by killing language, obliterate meaning and leave us the poorer.
The background.
On February 4, 1968, Martin Luther King gave a haunting sermon at Atlanta’s Ebenezer Baptist Church. In it he discussed the eulogy he might and should be given in the event of his death. Death and prophesy were in the air that day; tensions were high on both sides of the Civil Rights question, those who embraced it and its leader and those whose every word bespoke an adamantine opposition. The people, and not just those in the congregation, were unsettled, anxious, and needed the balm of comfort…
… and so the mahatma of the movement, moved to the pulpit none could grace as he, and he spoke, as he always spoke, from a heart, this time burdened with thoughts of eternity and of frail humanity. He wished to admonish, enlighten, and above all prepare them for a reckoning with a destiny he felt was his — and theirs. This is what he said…
“If you want to say that I was a drum major, say that I was a drum major for justice. Say that I was a drum major for peace. I was a drum major for righteousness. And all of the other shallow things will not matter.”
And the people knew their revered leader was talking about his legacy and about what they must do to ensure his right and proper recognition and that his message of justice and of peace endure when he was not present.
Two months later, this prophet of equality and righteousness, was gunned down … and so entered History.
His words and his monument.
In due course the nation chose to honor the man and, above all else, to honor his message, in a great civic temple in the nation’s capital. On the soaring walls of this edifice designed for the ages, key passages from his world-changing thoughts would be etched, thereby indicating to even the most casual of visitors what was important and what they must strive to recall and even cherish. The words of his sermon at the Ebenezer Baptist Church were selected… then mangled, insulted, diminished by the very folk charged with revering and protecting the great man’s legacy. These by eviscerating his words became the killers of his message. Little men, they took it upon themselves to rethink, rewrite, and paraphrase what was already perfect and needed no help from them to ring out resolutely for the ages.
Paraphrase.
The culprits of this drama, the monument’s organizers, decided to paraphrase the original, searing words from a man sensing the culmination of his life and work… and so rendered in stone the crucial words from his last Atlanta sermon thus:
“I was a drum major for justice, peace and righteousness.”
Thus they outraged the man, his message, his meaning. For what they chose to engrave in the stone was profoundly different from King’s remarks and purpose. These people, thinking of the good they were doing, instead were transgressing on matters high and mighty, matters they should have left alone.
Why did they do it?
They could not fit the famous passage in the space provided by the architect… they did not wish to leave it out… and so they decided upon the expedient of paraphrase. In so doing they rewrote the passage, gave it quotation marks so readers would wrongly assume the words were accurate, and so they slaughtered what they were charged with preserving. To read the dictionary definition of paraphrase is to see how greatly they erred:
“a restatement of a text, passage, or work giving the meaning in another form.”
But these words, from this man, spoken at such a time and place needed tender care… never to be altered or tampered with.
Imagine if you will what would have happened if the organizers of the Lincoln Memorial, hard by Imagine if you will what would have happened if the organizers of the Lincoln Memorial, hard by Dr. King’s, had paraphrased the Gettysburg Address, so…
“87 years ago, our ancestors created a great nation of liberty where all men are created equal…
Now we’re in a civil war to test whether this great nation with its great ideas can continue to exist…”
Simply paraphrasing great Lincoln’s great words makes it instantly apparent what an outrage paraphrasing can be… and demonstrates why the diminished words and their diminished meaning must instantly be removed. If space can be found for them, so much the better, but, if not, the right thing must be to take them down at once.
The organizers will of course complain about the extra work, the inconvenience, and especially the cost. They will also tell you that they ran their ludicrous and insulting plan to paraphrase before the U.S. Commission of Fine Arts, which was overseeing the design. They, Philistines all, had no problem with the proposal, thereby indicating their unfitness for their work.
Here the honesty and rage of the poet enter. For Maya Angelou knows that “In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God and the word was God.” (John 1-1). This is known by every poet, and is surely Angelou’s abiding creed. It is also Our Saviour’s whose words “Noli me tangere” (John 20-17), so disregarded by the monument’s organizers, are so very apt and must constitute the last word on the matter.
Copyright Jeffrey Lant – 2016
Appendix
Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. “I Have a Dream” Speech 1963
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