Three Memories about Dr. and Mrs. King

On April 4, 1968, I was doing my homework at our dining room table.  My mother was sitting on the sofa reading but the television was on and it was announced that Dr. Martin Luther King Jr had been killed in Memphis at the Lorraine Motel.

Me:  What’s going to happen now?

Mom:  I don’t know, honey.

Decades later when my sons were about the same age as I was on the day Dr. King was murdered, I took them to Ebenezer Baptist Church in Atlanta where – during the Passing of the Peace, my boys shook hands with Mrs. King and Dr. King’s sister.  It was one of those moments in their lives when I held them firmly by the shoulders, made them look me in the eye and said , “Boys, I need you to remember this moment for the rest of your lives.  You have just been in the presence of history.”

In between these two memories is another one.

I don’t want to drop names here, so I won’t. But I was in a well-known theologian’s home with a group of friends in the 1980s when the phone rang and I was asked to answer it.  The person calling identified herself as Coretta King.

Mrs. King:  Hello.  May I speak with ____?  This is Coretta King.

Me:  Seriously?  (I was in no way a cool, unflappable twenty-something.)

Mrs. King:  May I speak to ___?

They spoke and what I remember most was that when he returned to us, he referred to her as “a b@#*^.”   I was shocked at his language, but today, I’m more shocked (and yet not shocked) at his characterization of her – most likely because she was a strong woman and a scholar/activist in her own right.  Women with opinions – and maybe especially women of color – are still called names when we are not docile enough or polite enough.

The day after his murder, Mrs. King continued the march with sanitation workers in Memphis.  The. Day. After. Her. Husband. Was. Killed.

This is a person who totally got it:  instead of being paralyzed with grief – even the deep grief of losing her partner and the father of her children –  she kept the movement going. Some things are bigger than we are.  Bigger than our own emotions.  Bigger than our own families.

Coretta Scott King is a model for us all.  Everybody remembers that it’s been 50 years since Dr. King was murdered.  Some are noting that we haven’t come very far in terms of economic justice for the poorest among us.  But only a few are continuing in the movement to bring justice and moral renewal to this great nation.

The Kings are not merely historic figures.  They continue to inspire us to keep moving forward in the cause of liberty and justice for all people.

Our memories can serve as sentimental thoughts that make us smile or weep.  Or they can serve as the spark that moves us to serve in the likeness of the Kings – or even more so – in the likeness of Jesus.

Image source –  from 1966 on a rural road in Mississippi.  And please join the Poor People’s Campaign: A National Call for Moral Renewal here.

 

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