#ReclaimMLK: My Apology to the ‘Most Dangerous Negro’ in America

As Martin Luther King Jr. said so many years ago, “I want to get the language right tonight.”

Martin Luther King Jr. holding his hands up in a restaurant
Martin Luther King Jr. holding his hands up in a restaurant Twitter

I practiced for weeks, and when the big day came I was ready.

My hair was styled in the way that Southern mamas do their daughters’ hair for special occasions—a pressed, puffy ponytail on top, with the rest hanging and curled beneath a large part, some ribbon probably lost to memory.

I felt special in my new white dress and shiny new shoes. And with the Mighty Mississippi River swaying behind me, whispering her stories on a soft breeze, I loudly recited Martin Luther King Jr.’s “I Have a Dream” speech on the Natchez bluff.

Family and members of the community looked on, smiling and nodding with approval, because he was ours, the Dr. King of my youth. His serious, contemplative face staring from one side of the church fan while white Jesus looked on benevolently on the other.  As a small child, I didn’t know about Malcolm’s Mosque No. 7 in Harlem, but I knew about Ebenezer Baptist in Atlanta.

Dr. King was all there was. Just like white Jesus, though, whitewashed King was a big, white lie. 

It was a lie that I took with me into my own conscious evolution. I sneered at his passiveness and mocked what appeared to be his docility in the face of indiscriminate, anti-black state-sponsored and -approved violence. As Malcolm said in “The Ballot or the Bullet“: “You can’t sing up on freedom. But you can swing up on some freedom.” I angrily pointed out the erasure of warrior women like Ida B. Wells-Barnett, Diane Nash, Ella Baker and Fannie Lou Hamer from the leadership narrative. I grew tired of watching King, with his dreams of colorblind assimilation, be praised by those white folks who I knew to be enemies, so I started to view him as one, too. 

I was tired of seeing torn suits and tear-stained faces remaining dignified in the face of vicious dogs, stinging water hoses and racist cops wielding batons with black-blood-thirsty glee. How well-behaved did we have to be before we dared to expect justice? How much proof did they need of our respectability before we could demand respect? And in my burgeoning radicalism, I saw King with his “Farce” on Washington as the face of a disconnected, middle-class, religion-based ideology that would have black people turning the other cheek until our necks snapped.

Then I realized that racist white people in America didn’t love King; they hated King, hated what he stood for and hated when he got free. They loved him for his silences and hated him for his voice. They hated when he stopped preaching about peace in the absence of justice, and instead focused on the capitalist and social hierarchy that privileged white Americans and oppressed black Americans.

That’s our Dr. King.

A King who not only understood that there would be no equality if inequities were not faced and dismantled, but who also understood that those in power knew it, too—and counted on us not knowing it. A man who called out white supremacy for the interlocking systems of oppression that it is without concerning himself with accusations that he was pulling the race or victim card.

In a Birmingham, Ala., jail (pdf) in 1963, he penned the following about the “riots” taking place:

You deplore the demonstrations that are presently taking place in Birmingham. But I am sorry that your statement did not express a similar concern for the conditions that brought the demonstrations into being. … I would not hesitate to say that it is unfortunate that so-called demonstrations are taking place in Birmingham at this time, but I would say in more emphatic terms that it is even more unfortunate that the white power structure of this city left the Negro community with no other alternative.

One has not only a legal but a moral responsibility to obey just laws. Conversely, one has a moral responsibility to disobey unjust laws. I would agree with St. Augustine that an unjust law is no law at all.

King wrote these words two years before the state-sanctioned murder of 26-year-old Jimmie Lee Jackson by white Alabama State Trooper James Fowler would be the impetus for Bloody Sunday in Selma, Ala. 

That’s our Dr. King.

Not only did he point out how the United States was built on racism, but in 1967 he pointed out the hypocrisy of mainstream media outlets that “applauded” his nonviolence stance across the Deep South but sought to censure his nonviolent stance on Vietnam:

I stood before thousands of Negroes getting ready to riot when my home was bombed and said, “We can’t do it this way.” They applauded us in the sit-in movement—we nonviolently decided to sit in at lunch counters. They applauded us on the Freedom Rides when we accepted blows without retaliation. They praised us in Albany and Birmingham and Selma, Alabama.”

… There’s something strangely inconsistent about a nation and a press that will praise you when you say, “Be nonviolent toward Jim Clark,” but will curse and damn you when you say, “Be nonviolent toward little brown Vietnamese children.” There’s something wrong with that press!

That’s our Dr. King.

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