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Sally Swift

Sally Swift
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Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA
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June 14
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sally: a journey, a venture, an expression of feeling, an outburst, a quip, a wisecrack ... me

APRIL 5, 2009 5:40PM

April 3, 1968, Dr King's Last Words to Us

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April 3, 1968, near the end of his speech--sermon, really--in Memphis to clergy and community leaders supporting a sanitation workers' strike, Dr. King said these irony-filled words about the goals of the non-violent civil rights movement. I have added emphasis to the first two sentences:

"Now, let me say as I move to my conclusion that we've got to give ourselves to this struggle until the end. Nothing would be more tragic than to stop at this point in Memphis. We've got to see it through. And when we have our march, you need to be there. If it means leaving work, if it means leaving school -- be there. Be concerned about your brother. You may not be on strike. But either we go up together, or we go down together."
They are not as well-remembered as the tragically prescient stirring words that caused that sermon to become known as his "Mountaintop" speech, second only in fame and reverence to "I Have A Dream."

April 4, 1968, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr was assasinated on a Memphis motel balcony. And for a while, our country burned. With rage, with pain, with hatred. None of which Dr. King would have wanted.

We've come so far since those years. Dr. King would have been so proud of our progress up the road to the mountaintop. 

Post: Getting to the Mountaintop.

August 28, 2008 I wrote about that speech on the night Senator Barack Obama accepted the Democratic Party's nomination as its candidate for President of the United States.

That nomination--and that speech--had meaning to me from my past. During a time I learned so much from those who had been there with Dr. King, not just in Memphis, but afterwards, in their hearts as they struggled to carry out his dream. The dream of millions.

I want more people to read that post. To listen to Dr. King's sermon in its entirety.

We all have so much to learn for his wisdom and his words. We owe him an enormous debt of honor and gratitude.

Rest in Peace, Dr. King. We have not stopped reaching for your dream.

 

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In honor of Dr. King.
Thanks Sally :) What an important reminder. Thanks and I promise to keep reaching!!!
A true American hero...thanks for posting this Sally, a beautiful tribute.
I had hoped that someone would do an MLK Jr. post. I'm glad that you did.
We underestimate the power of dreams at our peril. As we are learning yet again in the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, shock and awe may command arms and back, but only dreams and ideas can command hearts and minds.

One of the benefits of living as long as I have is that I've seen things happen I did not believe would happen in my lifetime.

Dreams Don't Die
He is still missed, isn't he...
Read your wonderful post, remembered where I was -- in San Antonio, and how we all felt. Worth thinking about every year. Need to remember.
Thanks, Sally. To those of us who remember that day, another tragic assassination of one that we hoped would be around longer, be able to see some of the results of his efforts, it always hits way too close to the heart for us to act as if it was just another event. I really appreciate this tribute to his life and his work.

Monte
Thanks to all. Literally out of a dizzy haze, had to write something. Dr. King as a seminal leader, role model and force of nature is too vital still to our future to go unremembered, especially on the anniversary of his death.

I hope you take a moment to read the broader tribute and listen to Dr King's full speech from my August post linked above and (thoughtfully) provided here: August Post: Getting to the Mountaintop
Watching his speeches--any of them--give me the shivers. In a good way, I mean.