This article previously appeared on pbs.org/newshour.
Two years ago, I wrote this piece about looking back and looking forward. Now, because we love our landmarks, the 50-year anniversary of the March on Washington has allowed us to focus once again on a pivotal national event that did so much to shape the way we view ourselves and our nation.
Names have been lost in the popular retelling. Bayard Rustin was the organizer who somehow figured out a way to get a quarter of a million people to descend on the capital for a march that made some pretty radical demands. Walter Reuther and A. Philip Randolph were the labor organizers whose efforts ensured that the crowd was so racially diverse. Anna Arnold Hedgeman was the only woman on the organizing committee, and scolded the civil rights leaders who decided the day’s speakers would all be male. She lost that fight.
I’m embarrassed to say I’ve learned, or re-learned, a lot of this recently as I was preparing for the series of conversations we’ve been having on the PBS NewsHour and Washington Week leading up to the anniversary. It puts nearly everything we are watching unfold in Washington now in context — from economic stress to power politics to personal security. And it helps us to look forward, too.
(Aug. 25, 2011)
My daily commute takes me south along the Potomac River and past the neoclassical majesty of the Lincoln Memorial, a beautiful drive I try not to take for granted. But I had been living and working in the nation’s capital for more than two decades before I retraced the steps I had taken as a schoolchild, up the steps of the Lincoln Memorial.
It was steeper than I remembered. (It always is.) But when I reached the broad landing at the top, I glanced down, and to my surprise, discovered something there I had never noticed before — a shiny disc embedded in the floor that marked the spot where the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. delivered what came to be known as the “I Have a Dream” speech.
An Inspiring View
When I looked back up from the marble floor, I was able to gaze straight down the vista of the National Mall, which stretches past the reflecting pool and up to the U.S. Capitol. It’s a view I never tire of, whether gazing down from a plane, zipping by in a car or strolling by on foot. But on this day, I was also able to marvel at how it must have looked to Dr. King to see a quarter million people dressed in their Sunday best, gathered for the March on Washington.
Somewhere in that sea of optimistic humanity on Aug. 28, 1963, was my father, who had boarded a bus with a group of other African-American preachers to be there for the event. My mother, siblings and I stayed behind in Buffalo, N.Y., but the events of the day swiftly became ingrained in our family’s collective conscience.
This was the sort of thing my father, a pastor in the African Methodist Episcopal church, loved to do. Where others heard only the humility and conciliation in Dr. King’s speeches and writings, my Dad heard the call to action. So that’s what his children heard, too.
For years, I scanned the footage of that day, searching for a glimpse of my father marching along in his clerical collar. It doesn’t matter that I never saw him. The images still stick. They are invariably frozen in my mind in black and white. That may be appropriate, since so much of American history is defined by those opposites.
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Before Hurricane Irene postponed it, my old NBC colleague Brian Williams and I were going to emcee the dedication ceremony of the King Memorial in Washington this weekend. I am of an age where my memory of the march is rooted more in the news coverage of the event than in experience. Mahalia Jackson singing. Bayard Rustin – the day’s organizer and overlooked hero – speaking. And, of course, Dr. King.
Over the years, the “Dream” speech has become one of the most selectively remembered addresses in history. Perhaps only the schoolchildren taught to dutifully recite it every January ever bother to listen to the entire address any more. But it’s worth a read.
A Harsh Assessment of Race Relations
Dr. King, it should be noted, started off with a pretty harsh assessment of race relations 100 years after Lincoln signed the Emancipation Proclamation that freed the slaves. “One hundred years later, the Negro still is not free,” he thundered. “One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination.”
“When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir,” he continued. “This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the “unalienable rights” of “life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.” It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned.”
But that’s not the portion of the speech most hear anymore. What we hear is the part where King turns from recounting injustice to preaching optimism, riffing on a theme he had developed in an earlier speech.
“I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice,” he preached.
“I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.”
The totality of King’s speech not only captures the times in which it was delivered. It also provides an eerie mirror image of the same debates that academics and pundits reargue today. When it comes to race relations, should we be pessimistic or optimistic? Is it more important to focus on how far we’ve come, or how far we have to go?
Earlier this year, I had the opportunity to act as a judge for a video, art and essay contest sponsored by the Martin Luther King Jr. Memorial called “Kids for King,” Schoolchildren were able to use their own voices to view King’s life and work through the prisms of their own experiences. It was enlightening.
Angie Miller of Sarasota, Fla., submitted artwork that depicted an explosion of flowers, along with the words “Life is Colorful.”
Courtney McDonald of Levittown, Pa., wrote of the dream more broadly. “I have been treated unfairly because I look different, I like different things and because I am a girl,” she wrote. “Even though some people might be tall, short, skinny, fat, white, black, girl or boy, we are all still the same and we should be treated equally. His hope was to have everyone stop fighting, killing and treating each other poorly, just because people are different.”
Celebrating the Legacy
Others celebrated the legacy through music and poetry. But, unlike their parents, who struggle through complicated arguments about whether America is now “post racial,” or whether King’s dream has been achieved, they focus on more straightforward lessons about equality and generosity.
“With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope,” Dr. King said, in words that will be etched in the new memorial. “With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.”
Reading those submissions and rereading Dr. King’s words cheered me immensely. It reminded me that my father, a man of faith, raised children who could look back, and look forward, without getting confused.
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