Charlie Buttrey

January 21, 2019

On this day celebrating the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., I remind myself, with a mixture of awe and resignation, that King was 25 years old when he was called as a pastor at Dexter Avenue Baptist Church in Montgomery, Alabama; 26 when he played a leading role in the Montgomery Bus Boycott; 34 when he led the Birmingham Campaign and gave his historic “I Have A Dream” speech on the steps of the Lincoln Monument; 35 when he received the Nobel Peace Prize, and 39 when he was killed.

Here is an excerpt from the “Letter from Birmingham Jail,” which he wrote in 1963 (on scrap paper in a joyless, dark and nasty cell) in response to a statement from a broad array of clergymen who expressed their concern that his activities were “unwise and untimely”:

For years now I have heard the word “Wait!” It rings in the ear of every Negro with piercing familiarity. This “Wait” has almost always meant “Never.” We must come to see, with one of our distinguished jurists, that “justice too long delayed is justice denied.”

We have waited for more than 340 years for our constitutional and God given rights…. Perhaps it is easy for those who have never felt the stinging darts of segregation to say, “Wait.” But when you have seen vicious mobs lynch your mothers and fathers at will and drown your sisters and brothers at whim; when you have seen hate filled policemen curse, kick and even kill your black brothers and sisters; when you see the vast majority of your twenty million Negro brothers smothering in an airtight cage of poverty in the midst of an affluent society; when you suddenly find your tongue twisted and your speech stammering as you seek to explain to your six year old daughter why she can’t go to the public amusement park that has just been advertised on television, and see tears welling up in her eyes when she is told that Funtown is closed to colored children, and see ominous clouds of inferiority beginning to form in her little mental sky, and see her beginning to distort her personality by developing an unconscious bitterness toward white people; when you have to concoct an answer for a five year old son who is asking: “Daddy, why do white people treat colored people so mean?”; when you take a cross county drive and find it necessary to sleep night after night in the uncomfortable corners of your automobile because no motel will accept you; when you are humiliated day in and day out by nagging signs reading “white” and “colored”; when your first name becomes “nigger,” your middle name becomes “boy” (however old you are) and your last name becomes “John,” and your wife and mother are never given the respected title “Mrs.”; when you are harried by day and haunted by night by the fact that you are a Negro, living constantly at tiptoe stance, never quite knowing what to expect next, and are plagued with inner fears and outer resentments; when you are forever fighting a degenerating sense of “nobodiness”–then you will understand why we find it difficult to wait.

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