With all that technology, they never watch the news. Not a local or a network newscast. In our house back in South Central L.A., watching the network evening newscast was a family ritual. I grew up seeing Dr. Martin Luther King constantly in the national news headlines. He was our civil rights leader. Our champion. Our inspiration. When I was a youngster, black Americans were still demanding the right to vote, the right to an education, the right to equal work opportunities -- even the right to interracial marriage. My bi-racial nephews don't know that there was a time during the life of Dr. King when interracial marriage was against the law in some states. America needed change.
I've written about this before, but I believe it bears repeating.
Dr. Martin Luther King's voice in his last speech was like a powerful symphony orchestra unto itself. At the time, I didn't know it was his last speech. Millions of us didn't know it was his last speech. I was standing in the living room, watching Walter Cronkite anchor the CBS evening newscast. A story came on about Dr. King in Memphis. Dr. King had gone to help the sanitation workers on strike. He spoke to an assembly. Through the decades, this is what we've now come to call his "I've been to the mountaintop" speech.
Look at his eyes. There's an agitation, a restlessness, a psychic disturbance behind the eyes that becomes acceptance. It's as if a spiritual vision appears to him as he speaks to the crowd, a vision of a destiny he cannot change and must accept.
Listen to his voice. Like music, it is. If you're a musician, listen to Dr. King lean on word "seen" when he valiantly declares "...and I've seeeeeen the promised land." It's like a long, clear note from a mighty horn.
I vividly recall being young and riveted to the power of his voice in that news clip of his speech. My mother had walked in from the kitchen and stood beside me to see the report. When Dr. King told the crowd "I may not get there with you," she put her arm around me and gently said, "Listen to him, baby. He may not be with us long."
Here's what we saw on the news that evening. Here's what made us stand still.
That was April 3rd, 1968.
Dr. Martin Luther King was killed the next day.
I'll never forget that moment watching the news with my mother. And I'll never forget feeling the impact of something significant on my young soul.