Martin Luther King, Jr. Day: Remembering and Forgetting 19 Jan 15
January 19, 2015 will be an ordinary day. It will not be, as a person from Maine might
say, a “wicked good” day. It will be
twenty-four hours occupying a square on a calendar, another SNAFU day in the
United States of America. Nothing that is mind-shattering, body-alarming or
soul-fracking will occur that did not already happen. There will be no mail delivery, of course, because
January 19 is a federal holiday. Babies
will be born. People young and old will die. Fire will burn. The Earth will
revolve as it orbits the sun. Air will move clouds. Water will flow or freeze. Prayers will be
prayed; curses will be cursed; terrorism will terrorize; songs will be sung. Somewhere it will rain. Perhaps a few
Americans will notice that peace and love are items that can’t be sold or bought. Otherwise, everything will be business as
usual.
January 19, 2015 will be a day for remembering and
forgetting. A few of us will struggle to
remember what the life and death of Martin Luther King, Jr. has to do with the contemporary
issues of human rights which are dramatically negated by Jama’atu Ahlis Sunna
Lidda’Awati Wal-Jihad (Boko Haram) in northeast Nigeria. International mass media would have us chant “Je suis Charlie Hebdo” to signify our
support for universal entitlement to freedom of speech. The Internet bids us to
dream that hope springs eternally, that hope and prayers to strange gods will
ultimately deliver us from the burdens of inequality, systemic racism, “authorized” abuses of law
and order by the brave women and men who day by day put their lives in danger
to uphold law and order, and the potency of Evil. Social networks want us to
celebrate the heroism of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. and to let such
celebration overshadow the before and after of Ferguson as well as the
magnificent sacrifices of thousands of undocumented people who died that we
might taste Freedom. Holidays, heroes
and hero-worship are not innately bad, but they do encourage us to forget the
essence of what is worth celebrating. In
the case of Dr. King, the film “Selma” provides an opportunity to remember what
a federal holiday might seduce us to forget. Like David Walker, Sojourner
Truth, Malcolm X and Fannie Lou Hamer, Dr. King was not an avatar of Moses who
led the American people to the milk and honey of the Promised Land. Please
remember not to forget the land was stolen from its indigenous inhabitants. Scratch history as myth and look at realities.
“Selma” deserves every prize it will not get. The cinematography is excellent. The acting
is quite commendable. The directing is
beautifully understated. As I watched
the film, I thought of “Home of the Brave” (1949) and the joy I felt at the age
of six of seeing a dignified Negro (the actor James Edwards) on the silver
screen. “Selma” sent electric shocks of recognition through my mind. Perhaps such electricity is one of the
reasons there is a rush to whitewash the memory of Lyndon B. Johnson by
criticizing “Selma” for historical inaccuracies. “Selma” is a template for history as a
process, a well-structured “text” for “reading” the past and the present. It is
not a documentary. It sends me back to Bridge Across Jordan (1991) by Amelia
Platts Boynton Robinson, the woman in whose home Dr. King set up SCLC’s
headquarters on January 2, 1965. Back to Selma,
Lord, Selma: Girlhood Memories of the Civil-Rights Days (1980) by Sheyann
Webb and Rachel West Nelson, who, on March 21, 1965, received a victory hug
from Dr. King. This descent into the
past in the library of American civil rights history is necessary to understand
the present cultural, social, and economic nightmares that trouble our sleep.
January 19, 2015 will be an ordinary day, a federal holiday,
a day for conversations predicated on two questions: (1) Where did we go from there, from April 4,
1968? and (2) What to any legal or illegal American is Martin Luther King, Jr.
Day? Perhaps motivated forgetting,
encoding failures, and interference proactive and retroactive will not preclude
our talking to one another. Perhaps.
Jerry W. Ward, Jr.
January 14, 2015
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