Monday, January 21, 2019

Letter From Birmingham Jail, "Why We Can't Wait."

Having been jailed in Birmingham, Alabama on April 12, 1963, on trumped up charges of violating a parade permit, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., read a letter published in a local newspaper, dated that same day, which contained A Call for Unity, a statement by eight white Alabama clergymen against King and his methods. In response, King wrote a response on the newspaper itself. His initial title for his comments was “Why We Can’t Wait.” The letter has become one of the most treasured letters—or writing of any kind—in the American canon of great literature. 


WHILE confined here in the Birmingham city jail, I came across your recent statement calling our present activities "unwise and untimely." Seldom, if ever, do I pause to answer criticism of my work and ideas. If I sought to answer all of the criticisms that cross my desk, my secretaries would be engaged in little else in the course of the day, and I would have no time for constructive work. But since I feel that you are men of genuine good will and your criticisms are sincerely set forth, I would like to answer your statement in what I hope will be patient and reasonable terms.

I think I should give the reason for my being in Birmingham, since you have been influenced by the argument of "outsiders coming in." I have the honor of serving as president of the Southern Christian Leadership Conference, an organization operating in every Southern state, with headquarters in Atlanta, Georgia. We have some eighty-five affiliate organizations all across the South, one being the Alabama Christian Movement for Human Rights. Whenever necessary and possible, we share staff, educational and financial resources with our affiliates. Several months ago our local affiliate here in Birmingham invited us to be on call to engage in a nonviolent direct-action program if such were deemed necessary. We readily consented, and when the hour came we lived up to our promises.

So I am here, along with several members of my staff, because we were invited here. I am here because I have basic organizational ties here. Beyond this, I am in Birmingham because injustice is here. Just as the eighth-century prophets left their little villages and carried their "thus saith the Lord" far beyond the boundaries of their hometowns; and just as the Apostle Paul left his little village of Tarsus and carried the gospel of Jesus Christ to practically every hamlet and city of the Greco-Roman world, I too am compelled to carry the gospel of freedom beyond my particular hometown.

Like Paul, I must constantly respond to the Macedonian call for aid. Moreover, I am cognizant of the interrelatedness of all communities and states. I cannot sit idly by in Atlanta and not be concerned about what happens in Birmingham. Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly affects all indirectly. Never again can we afford to live with the narrow, provincial "outside agitator" idea. Anyone who lives inside the United States can never be considered an outsider. 


You deplore the demonstrations that are presently taking place in Birmingham. But I am sorry that your statement did not express a similar concern for the conditions that brought the demonstrations into being. I am sure that each of you would want to go beyond the superficial social analyst who looks merely at effects and does not grapple with underlying causes. I would not hesitate to say that it is unfortunate that so-called demonstrations are taking place in Birmingham at this time, but I would say in more emphatic terms that it is even more unfortunate that the white power structure of this city left the Negro community with no other alternative.

IN ANY nonviolent campaign there are four basic steps: collection of the facts to determine whether injustices are alive, negotiation, self-purification, and direct action. We have gone through all of these steps in Birmingham. There can be no gainsaying of the fact that racial injustice engulfs this community. Birmingham is probably the most thoroughly segregated city in the United States. Its ugly record of police brutality is known in every section of this country. Its unjust treatment of Negroes in the courts is a notorious reality. There have been more unsolved bombings of Negro homes and churches in Birmingham than in any other city in this nation. These are the hard, brutal, and unbelievable facts.

On the basis of them, Negro leaders sought to negotiate with the city fathers. But the political leaders consistently refused to engage in good-faith negotiation. Then came the opportunity last September to talk with some of the leaders of the economic community. In these negotiating sessions certain promises were made by the merchants, such as the promise to remove the humiliating racial signs from the stores. On the basis of these promises, Reverend Shuttlesworth and the leaders of the Alabama Christian Movement for Human Rights agreed to call a moratorium on any type of demonstration. As the weeks and months unfolded, we realized that we were the victims of a broken promise.

The signs remained. As in so many experiences of the past, we were confronted with blasted hopes, and the dark shadow of a deep disappointment settled upon us. So we had no alternative except that of preparing for direct action, whereby we would present our very bodies as a means of laying our case before the conscience of the local and national community. We were not unmindful of the difficulties involved. So we decided to go through a process of self-purification.

We started having workshops on nonviolence and repeatedly asked ourselves the questions, "Are you able to accept blows without retaliating?" and "Are you able to endure the ordeals of jail?" We decided to set our direct-action program around the Easter season, realizing that, with exception of Christmas, this was the largest shopping period of the year. Knowing that a strong economic withdrawal program would be the by-product of direct action, we felt that this was the best time to bring pressure on the merchants for the needed changes. Then it occurred to us that the March election was ahead, and so we speedily decided to postpone action until after election day.

When we discovered that Mr. Conner was in the runoff, we decided again to postpone action so that the demonstration could not be used to cloud the issues. At this time we agreed to begin our nonviolent witness the day after the runoff. This reveals that we did not move irresponsibly into direct action. We, too, wanted to see Mr. Conner defeated, so we went through postponement after postponement to aid in this community need. After this we felt that direct action could be delayed no longer. You may well ask, "Why direct action, why sit-ins, marches, and so forth? Isn't negotiation a better path?" You are exactly right in your call for negotiation. Indeed, this is the purpose of direct action. Nonviolent direct action seeks to create such a crisis and establish such creative tension that a community that has consistently refused to negotiate is forced to confront the issue. It seeks so to dramatize the issue that it can no longer be ignored.

I just referred to the creation of tension as a part of the work of the nonviolent resister. This may sound rather shocking. But I must confess that I am not afraid of the word "tension." I have earnestly worked and preached against violent tension, but there is a type of constructive nonviolent tension that is necessary for growth. Just as Socrates felt that it was necessary to create a tension in the mind so that individuals could rise from the bondage of myths and half-truths to the unfettered realm of creative analysis and objective appraisal, we must see the need of having nonviolent gadflies to create the kind of tension in society that will help men to rise from the dark depths of prejudice and racism to the majestic heights of understanding and brotherhood.

So, the purpose of direct action is to create a situation so crisis-packed that it will inevitably open the door to negotiation. We therefore concur with you in your call for negotiation. Too long has our beloved Southland been bogged down in the tragic attempt to live in monologue rather than dialogue. One of the basic points in your statement is that our acts are untimely. Some have asked, "Why didn't you give the new administration time to act?" The only answer that I can give to this inquiry is that the new administration must be prodded about as much as the outgoing one before it acts. We will be sadly mistaken if we feel that the election of Mr. Boutwell will bring the millennium to Birmingham. While Mr. Boutwell is much more articulate and gentle than Mr. Conner, they are both segregationists, dedicated to the task of maintaining the status quo. The hope I see in Mr. Boutwell is that he will be reasonable enough to see the futility of massive resistance to desegregation. But he will not see this without pressure from the devotees of civil rights.

My friends, I must say to you that we have not made a single gain in civil rights without determined legal and nonviolent pressure. History is the long and tragic story of the fact that privileged groups seldom give up their privileges voluntarily. Individuals may see the moral light and voluntarily give up their unjust posture; but, as Reinhold Niebuhr has reminded us, groups are more immoral than individuals. We know through painful experience that freedom is never voluntarily given by the oppressor; it must be demanded by the oppressed. Frankly, I have never yet engaged in a direct-action movement that was "well timed" according to the timetable of those who have not suffered unduly from the disease of segregation.

For years now I have heard the word "wait." It rings in the ear of every Negro with a piercing familiarity. This "wait" has almost always meant "never." It has been a tranquilizing thalidomide, relieving the emotional stress for a moment, only to give birth to an ill-formed infant of frustration. We must come to see with the distinguished jurist of yesterday that "justice too long delayed is justice denied." 


We have waited for more than three hundred and forty years for our God-given and constitutional rights. The nations of Asia and Africa are moving with jetlike speed toward the goal of political independence, and we still creep at horse-and-buggy pace toward the gaining of a cup of coffee at a lunch counter. I guess it is easy for those who have never felt the stinging darts of segregation to say "wait." But when you have seen vicious mobs lynch your mothers and fathers at will and drown your sisters and brothers at whim; when you have seen hate-filled policemen curse, kick, brutalize, and even kill your black brothers and sisters with impunity; when you see the vast majority of your twenty million Negro brothers smothering in an airtight cage of poverty in the midst of an affluent society; when you suddenly find your tongue twisted and your speech stammering as you seek to explain to your six-year-old daughter why she cannot go to the public amusement park that has just been advertised on television, and see tears welling up in her little eyes when she is told that Funtown is closed to colored children, and see the depressing clouds of inferiority begin to form in her little mental sky, and see her begin to distort her little personality by unconsciously developing a bitterness toward white people; when you have to concoct an answer for a five-year-old son asking in agonizing pathos, "Daddy, why do white people treat colored people so mean?"; when you take a cross-country drive and find it necessary to sleep night after night in the uncomfortable corners of your automobile because no motel will accept you; when you are humiliated day in and day out by nagging signs reading "white" and "colored"; when your first name becomes "nigger" and your middle name becomes "boy" (however old you are) and your last name becomes "John," and when your wife and mother are never given the respected title "Mrs."; when you are harried by day and haunted by night by the fact that you are a Negro, living constantly at tiptoe stance, never knowing what to expect next, and plagued with inner fears and outer resentments; when you are forever fighting a degenerating sense of "nobodyness" -- then you will understand why we find it difficult to wait.

There comes a time when the cup of endurance runs over and men are no longer willing to be plunged into an abyss of injustice where they experience the bleakness of corroding despair. I hope, sirs, you can understand our legitimate and unavoidable impatience.

YOU express a great deal of anxiety over our willingness to break laws. This is certainly a legitimate concern. Since we so diligently urge people to obey the Supreme Court's decision of 1954 outlawing segregation in the public schools, it is rather strange and paradoxical to find us consciously breaking laws. One may well ask, "How can you advocate breaking some laws and obeying others?" The answer is found in the fact that there are two types of laws: there are just laws, and there are unjust laws. I would agree with St. Augustine that "An unjust law is no law at all." Now, what is the difference between the two? How does one determine when a law is just or unjust?

A just law is a man-made code that squares with the moral law, or the law of God. An unjust law is a code that is out of harmony with the moral law. To put it in the terms of St. Thomas Aquinas, an unjust law is a human law that is not rooted in eternal and natural law. Any law that uplifts human personality is just. Any law that degrades human personality is unjust. All segregation statutes are unjust because segregation distorts the soul and damages the personality. It gives the segregator a false sense of superiority and the segregated a false sense of inferiority.

To use the words of Martin Buber, the great Jewish philosopher, segregation substitutes an "I - it" relationship for the "I - thou" relationship and ends up relegating persons to the status of things. So segregation is not only politically, economically, and sociologically unsound, but it is morally wrong and sinful. Paul Tillich has said that sin is separation. Isn't segregation an existential expression of man's tragic separation, an expression of his awful estrangement, his terrible sinfulness? So I can urge men to obey the 1954 decision of the Supreme Court because it is morally right, and I can urge them to disobey segregation ordinances because they are morally wrong.

Let us turn to a more concrete example of just and unjust laws. An unjust law is a code that a majority inflicts on a minority that is not binding on itself. This is difference made legal. On the other hand, a just law is a code that a majority compels a minority to follow, and that it is willing to follow itself. This is sameness made legal. Let me give another explanation. An unjust law is a code inflicted upon a minority which that minority had no part in enacting or creating because it did not have the unhampered right to vote. Who can say that the legislature of Alabama which set up the segregation laws was democratically elected? Throughout the state of Alabama all types of conniving methods are used to prevent Negroes from becoming registered voters, and there are some counties without a single Negro registered to vote, despite the fact that the Negroes constitute a majority of the population.

Can any law set up in such a state be considered democratically structured? These are just a few examples of unjust and just laws. There are some instances when a law is just on its face and unjust in its application. For instance, I was arrested Friday on a charge of parading without a permit. Now, there is nothing wrong with an ordinance which requires a permit for a parade, but when the ordinance is used to preserve segregation and to deny citizens the First Amendment privilege of peaceful assembly and peaceful protest, then it becomes unjust.

Of course, there is nothing new about this kind of civil disobedience. It was seen sublimely in the refusal of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego to obey the laws of Nebuchadnezzar because a higher moral law was involved. It was practiced superbly by the early Christians, who were willing to face hungry lions and the excruciating pain of chopping blocks before submitting to certain unjust laws of the Roman Empire. To a degree, academic freedom is a reality today because Socrates practiced civil disobedience. We can never forget that everything Hitler did in Germany was "legal" and everything the Hungarian freedom fighters did in Hungary was "illegal." It was "illegal" to aid and comfort a Jew in Hitler's Germany. But I am sure that if I had lived in Germany during that time, I would have aided and comforted my Jewish brothers even though it was illegal.

If I lived in a Communist country today where certain principles dear to the Christian faith are suppressed, I believe I would openly advocate disobeying these anti-religious laws. I MUST make two honest confessions to you, my Christian and Jewish brothers. First, I must confess that over the last few years I have been gravely disappointed with the white moderate. I have almost reached the regrettable conclusion that the Negro's great stumbling block in the stride toward freedom is not the White Citizens Councillor or the Ku Klux Klanner but the white moderate who is more devoted to order than to justice; who prefers a negative peace which is the absence of tension to a positive peace which is the presence of justice; who constantly says, "I agree with you in the goal you seek, but I can't agree with your methods of direct action"; who paternalistically feels that he can set the timetable for another man's freedom; who lives by the myth of time; and who constantly advises the Negro to wait until a "more convenient season." Shallow understanding from people of good will is more frustrating than absolute misunderstanding from people of ill will. Lukewarm acceptance is much more bewildering than outright rejection.

In your statement you asserted that our actions, even though peaceful, must be condemned because they precipitate violence. But can this assertion be logically made? Isn't this like condemning the robbed man because his possession of money precipitated the evil act of robbery? Isn't this like condemning Socrates because his unswerving commitment to truth and his philosophical delvings precipitated the misguided popular mind to make him drink the hemlock? Isn't this like condemning Jesus because His unique God-consciousness and never-ceasing devotion to His will precipitated the evil act of crucifixion? We must come to see, as federal courts have consistently affirmed, that it is immoral to urge an individual to withdraw his efforts to gain his basic constitutional rights because the quest precipitates violence. Society must protect the robbed and punish the robber. I had also hoped that the white moderate would reject the myth of time. I received a letter this morning from a white brother in Texas which said, "All Christians know that the colored people will receive equal rights eventually, but is it possible that you are in too great of a religious hurry? It has taken Christianity almost 2000 years to accomplish what it has. The teachings of Christ take time to come to earth." All that is said here grows out of a tragic misconception of time. It is the strangely irrational notion that there is something in the very flow of time that will inevitably cure all ills.

Actually, time is neutral. It can be used either destructively or constructively. I am coming to feel that the people of ill will have used time much more effectively than the people of good will. We will have to repent in this generation not merely for the vitriolic words and actions of the bad people but for the appalling silence of the good people. We must come to see that human progress never rolls in on wheels of inevitability. It comes through the tireless efforts and persistent work of men willing to be coworkers with God, and without this hard work time itself becomes an ally of the forces of social stagnation. YOU spoke of our activity in Birmingham as extreme. At first I was rather disappointed that fellow clergymen would see my nonviolent efforts as those of an extremist.

I started thinking about the fact that I stand in the middle of two opposing forces in the Negro community. One is a force of complacency made up of Negroes who, as a result of long years of oppression, have been so completely drained of self-respect and a sense of "somebodyness" that they have adjusted to segregation, and, on the other hand, of a few Negroes in the middle class who, because of a degree of academic and economic security and because at points they profit by segregation, have unconsciously become insensitive to the problems of the masses. The other force is one of bitterness and hatred and comes perilously close to advocating violence. It is expressed in the various black nationalist groups that are springing up over the nation, the largest and best known being Elijah Muhammad's Muslim movement. This movement is nourished by the contemporary frustration over the continued existence of racial discrimination. It is made up of people who have lost faith in America, who have absolutely repudiated Christianity, and who have concluded that the white man is an incurable devil.

I have tried to stand between these two forces, saying that we need not follow the do-nothingism of the complacent or the hatred and despair of the black nationalist. There is a more excellent way, of love and nonviolent protest. I'm grateful to God that, through the Negro church, the dimension of nonviolence entered our struggle. If this philosophy had not emerged, I am convinced that by now many streets of the South would be flowing with floods of blood. And I am further convinced that if our white brothers dismiss as "rabble-rousers" and "outside agitators" those of us who are working through the channels of nonviolent direct action and refuse to support our nonviolent efforts, millions of Negroes, out of frustration and despair, will seek solace and security in black nationalist ideologies, a development that will lead inevitably to a frightening racial nightmare.

Oppressed people cannot remain oppressed forever. The urge for freedom will eventually come. This is what has happened to the American Negro. Something within has reminded him of his birthright of freedom; something without has reminded him that he can gain it. Consciously and unconsciously, he has been swept in by what the Germans call the Zeitgeist, and with his black brothers of Africa and his brown and yellow brothers of Asia, South America, and the Caribbean, he is moving with a sense of cosmic urgency toward the promised land of racial justice. Recognizing this vital urge that has engulfed the Negro community, one should readily understand public demonstrations. The Negro has many pent-up resentments and latent frustrations. He has to get them out. So let him march sometime; let him have his prayer pilgrimages to the city hall; understand why he must have sitins and freedom rides. If his repressed emotions do not come out in these nonviolent ways, they will come out in ominous expressions of violence.

This is not a threat; it is a fact of history. So I have not said to my people, "Get rid of your discontent." But I have tried to say that this normal and healthy discontent can be channeled through the creative outlet of nonviolent direct action. Now this approach is being dismissed as extremist. I must admit that I was initially disappointed in being so categorized. But as I continued to think about the matter, I gradually gained a bit of satisfaction from being considered an extremist. Was not Jesus an extremist in love? -- "Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, pray for them that despitefully use you." Was not Amos an extremist for justice? -- "Let justice roll down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream." Was not Paul an extremist for the gospel of Jesus Christ? -- "I bear in my body the marks of the Lord Jesus." Was not Martin Luther an extremist? -- "Here I stand; I can do no other so help me God."

Was not John Bunyan an extremist? -- "I will stay in jail to the end of my days before I make a mockery of my conscience." Was not Abraham Lincoln an extremist? -- "This nation cannot survive half slave and half free." Was not Thomas Jefferson an extremist? -- "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal." So the question is not whether we will be extremist, but what kind of extremists we will be. Will we be extremists for hate, or will we be extremists for love? Will we be extremists for the preservation of injustice, or will we be extremists for the cause of justice? I had hoped that the white moderate would see this. Maybe I was too optimistic. Maybe I expected too much.

I guess I should have realized that few members of a race that has oppressed another race can understand or appreciate the deep groans and passionate yearnings of those that have been oppressed, and still fewer have the vision to see that injustice must be rooted out by strong, persistent, and determined action. I am thankful, however, that some of our white brothers have grasped the meaning of this social revolution and committed themselves to it. They are still all too small in quantity, but they are big in quality. Some, like Ralph McGill, Lillian Smith, Harry Golden, and James Dabbs, have written about our struggle in eloquent, prophetic, and understanding terms. Others have marched with us down nameless streets of the South. They sat in with us at lunch counters and rode in with us on the freedom rides. They have languished in filthy roach-infested jails, suffering the abuse and brutality of angry policemen who see them as "dirty nigger lovers."

They, unlike many of their moderate brothers, have recognized the urgency of the moment and sensed the need for powerful "action" antidotes to combat the disease of segregation.

LET me rush on to mention my other disappointment. I have been disappointed with the white church and its leadership. Of course, there are some notable exceptions. I am not unmindful of the fact that each of you has taken some significant stands on this issue. I commend you, Reverend Stallings, for your Christian stand this past Sunday in welcoming Negroes to your Baptist Church worship service on a nonsegregated basis. I commend the Catholic leaders of this state for integrating Springhill College several years ago. But despite these notable exceptions, I must honestly reiterate that I have been disappointed with the church. I do not say that as one of those negative critics who can always find something wrong with the church. I say it as a minister of the gospel who loves the church, who was nurtured in its bosom, who has been sustained by its Spiritual blessings, and who will remain true to it as long as the cord of life shall lengthen.

I had the strange feeling when I was suddenly catapulted into the leadership of the bus protest in Montgomery several years ago that we would have the support of the white church. I felt that the white ministers, priests, and rabbis of the South would be some of our strongest allies. Instead, some few have been outright opponents, refusing to understand the freedom movement and misrepresenting its leaders; all too many others have been more cautious than courageous and have remained silent behind the anesthetizing security of stained-glass windows.

In spite of my shattered dreams of the past, I came to Birmingham with the hope that the white religious leadership of this community would see the justice of our cause and with deep moral concern serve as the channel through which our just grievances could get to the power structure. I had hoped that each of you would understand. But again I have been disappointed. I have heard numerous religious leaders of the South call upon their worshipers to comply with a desegregation decision because it is the law, but I have longed to hear white ministers say, follow this decree because integration is morally right and the Negro is your brother.

In the midst of blatant injustices inflicted upon the Negro, I have watched white churches stand on the sidelines and merely mouth pious irrelevancies and sanctimonious trivialities. In the midst of a mighty struggle to rid our nation of racial and economic injustice, I have heard so many ministers say, "Those are social issues which the gospel has nothing to do with," and I have watched so many churches commit themselves to a completely otherworldly religion which made a strange distinction between bodies and souls, the sacred and the secular.

There was a time when the church was very powerful. It was during that period that the early Christians rejoiced when they were deemed worthy to suffer for what they believed. In those days the church was not merely a thermometer that recorded the ideas and principles of popular opinion; it was the thermostat that transformed the mores of society. Wherever the early Christians entered a town the power structure got disturbed and immediately sought to convict them for being "disturbers of the peace" and "outside agitators." But they went on with the conviction that they were "a colony of heaven" and had to obey God rather than man.

They were small in number but big in commitment. They were too God-intoxicated to be "astronomically intimidated." They brought an end to such ancient evils as infanticide and gladiatorial contest. Things are different now. The contemporary church is so often a weak, ineffectual voice with an uncertain sound. It is so often the arch supporter of the status quo. Far from being disturbed by the presence of the church, the power structure of the average community is consoled by the church's often vocal sanction of things as they are. But the judgment of God is upon the church as never before. If the church of today does not recapture the sacrificial spirit of the early church, it will lose its authentic ring, forfeit the loyalty of millions, and be dismissed as an irrelevant social club with no meaning for the twentieth century. I meet young people every day whose disappointment with the church has risen to outright disgust.

I hope the church as a whole will meet the challenge of this decisive hour. But even if the church does not come to the aid of justice, I have no despair about the future. I have no fear about the outcome of our struggle in Birmingham, even if our motives are presently misunderstood. We will reach the goal of freedom in Birmingham and all over the nation, because the goal of America is freedom. Abused and scorned though we may be, our destiny is tied up with the destiny of America. Before the Pilgrims landed at Plymouth, we were here. Before the pen of Jefferson scratched across the pages of history the majestic word of the Declaration of Independence, we were here. For more than two centuries our foreparents labored here without wages; they made cotton king; and they built the homes of their masters in the midst of brutal injustice and shameful humiliation -- and yet out of a bottomless vitality our people continue to thrive and develop. If the inexpressible cruelties of slavery could not stop us, the opposition we now face will surely fail.

We will win our freedom because the sacred heritage of our nation and the eternal will of God are embodied in our echoing demands. I must close now. But before closing I am impelled to mention one other point in your statement that troubled me profoundly. You warmly commended the Birmingham police force for keeping "order" and "preventing violence." I don't believe you would have so warmly commended the police force if you had seen its angry violent dogs literally biting six unarmed, nonviolent Negroes. I don't believe you would so quickly commend the policemen if you would observe their ugly and inhuman treatment of Negroes here in the city jail; if you would watch them push and curse old Negro women and young Negro girls; if you would see them slap and kick old Negro men and young boys, if you would observe them, as they did on two occasions, refusing to give us food because we wanted to sing our grace together.

I'm sorry that I can't join you in your praise for the police department. It is true that they have been rather disciplined in their public handling of the demonstrators. In this sense they have been publicly "nonviolent." But for what purpose? To preserve the evil system of segregation. Over the last few years I have consistently preached that nonviolence demands that the means we use must be as pure as the ends we seek. So I have tried to make it clear that it is wrong to use immoral means to attain moral ends.

But now I must affirm that it is just as wrong, or even more, to use moral means to preserve immoral ends. I wish you had commended the Negro demonstrators of Birmingham for their sublime courage, their willingness to suffer, and their amazing discipline in the midst of the most inhuman provocation. One day the South will recognize its real heroes. They will be the James Merediths, courageously and with a majestic sense of purpose facing jeering and hostile mobs and the agonizing loneliness that characterizes the life of the pioneer.

They will be old, oppressed, battered Negro women, symbolized in a seventy-two-year-old woman of Montgomery, Alabama, who rose up with a sense of dignity and with her people decided not to ride the segregated buses, and responded to one who inquired about her tiredness with ungrammatical profundity, "My feets is tired, but my soul is rested." They will be young high school and college students, young ministers of the gospel and a host of their elders courageously and nonviolently sitting in at lunch counters and willingly going to jail for conscience's sake.

One day the South will know that when these disinherited children of God sat down at lunch counters they were in reality standing up for the best in the American dream and the most sacred values in our Judeo-Christian heritage.

Never before have I written a letter this long -- or should I say a book? I'm afraid that it is much too long to take your precious time. I can assure you that it would have been much shorter if I had been writing from a comfortable desk, but what else is there to do when you are alone for days in the dull monotony of a narrow jail cell other than write long letters, think strange thoughts, and pray long prayers? If I have said anything in this letter that is an understatement of the truth and is indicative of an unreasonable impatience, I beg you to forgive me. If I have said anything in this letter that is an overstatement of the truth and is indicative of my having a patience that makes me patient with anything less than brotherhood, I beg God to forgive me.

Yours for the cause of Peace and Brotherhood,

MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR.

Saturday, January 19, 2019

Journalists Must Become Better Caretakers Of The Facts

The latest embarrassment for the national media was, of course, the BuzzFeed "breaking news" last week about the Michael Cohen-related statement that he was coached by the president to lie before Congress, and that there was, allegedly, corroborating information from the Special Counsel's office. To the credit of many mainstream news organizations, the BuzzFeed story was not taken as gospel, and there were quite a few skeptics--yours truly among them--who were rightfully leery of such a rich and thick slice of impeachment-flavored "We-Got-Him!" cake placed so generously on our keyboards. 

However, among the fish in the over-crowded media pond who did take the bait (or the cake), CNN was about the most egregious in its consumption of every single crumb the BuzzFeed story contained. From dusk 'till dawn 'till dusk again, cycle after cycle, CNN's anchors and talking head experts jammed their forks deep into the tasty bites and pronounced each one better than the last. Lawyers of many species, former federal officials, Constitutional scholars, historians, Trump biographers, national security experts, Senators (most Ds but some Rs) and Representatives (also mostly Ds but a few Rs) and assorted political hacks and operatives (often the same) of all stripes were seated around the glass-topped anchor table, throwing out opinions based on their interpretations of the BuzzFeed story. Honestly, if you want to see a human feeding frenzy, check out YouTube for CNN's coverage and watch the blood pour out of the story's carcass as everyone takes generous bites of what were clearly questionable "truths."

It hardly mattered that before every BuzzFeed story segment the CNN anchors would preface their remarks with "It should be said that so far there are no other corroborating news stories," or something similar. What was clear to me from the beginning, and what slowly became clear to millions of viewers, was that there really wasn't all that much "there" there when it came to cold hard actionable facts surrounding the "blockbuster" story. 

Of course, Rudy Giuliani was trotted out (shoved out?) to denounce the story in no uncertain terms. In a moment filled with irony (as seen in hindsight), nutty Rudy was close to the truth.   

And then, as if to give Rudy a "getting it right" trophy, reality walked up to the assembled lynch mob and poured boiling tar all over their hopeless, desperate, dreams of impeachment. The Washington Post, on Saturday, put it quite well: 

"The big claim led to a big fall on Friday. In an extraordinary statement, Mueller’s office cast doubt on BuzzFeed’s report. 

“BuzzFeed’s description of specific statements to the special counsel’s office, and characterization of documents and testimony obtained by this office, regarding Michael Cohen’s congressional testimony are not accurate,” the statement said, challenging the central thrust of BuzzFeed’s explosive story — that Mueller’s team had detailed evidence of felonious acts by the president."
Okay, now let's back off a good distance (the old 30,000' point of view) and take a look at the Special Counsel's carefully-crafted words: The statement does not fully refute the BuzzFeed story; it calls into question the story's accuracy ("BuzzFeed's description of specific statements...and characterizations of documents and testimony...are not accurate.") There is a lot of semantic wiggle room here for both sides, and by Friday afternoon (and well into the night) there was a hell of lot of wiggling, wriggling, and back-walking by CNN and other liberal outlets, while conservative outlets and the universe of Trumpsters were over the Moon with glee and snark. 

My own Facebook feed quickly filled with comments from journalists friends and former government colleagues who expressed everything from anger to spiritual collapse to resignation to unquenchable hope in miracles. A few friends suggested the special counsel's response was simply a device to rein in BuzzFeed's overeagerness to run with a scoop that might dilute Mr. Mueller's ultimate appraisal of the whole investigation. "But note the word 'accuracy', one of my friends wrote. "That's not the same as a full denial," they messaged me. Other friends wondered if BuzzFeed had been gaslighted by the White House...that the story was a clever plant designed to make BuzzFeed a tool for media failure, distraction, and disruption. Personally, I don't think the White House is quite that clever, but it's possible BuzzFeed is that stupid.

Perhaps the Special Counsel's statement is not a full denial but, frankly, it's too late to parse the words because the very issuance of the official comment speaks to something far more pernicious and, sadly, all-too-pervasive: a failure of the news media, writ large, to immediately question and restrain an alleged news story that was freighted with problems right from the start. It was incumbent on BuzzFeed's reporters and editors to reach out to the Special Counsel--not unnamed sources tangentially-connected to the investigation--with what the reporters thought they had. It is Journalism 101: You don't run with poor or questionable sourcing, and you try to get at least three solid cross-checked sources. That didn't happen here. There is no question in my mind that the itch to publish was too great and BuzzFeed's writers and editors wanted there to be something there...something big, bold, and possibly Constitutionally-explosive. 

Who knows? Maybe there were some bones to the story, maybe even some vital organs and a bit of flesh; but for now, the story is just a carcass of a bad decision. And it stinks--not just because it was inaccurate, to quote the Special Counsel's office, but because it contributed to the public's perception of news organizations as nothing more than purveyors of falsehoods. BuzzFeed did no favors for responsible journalists--and there are many of them--and I promise you that the next time BuzzFeed or any other news organization jumps the gun and tries to nail Trump to the wall, they will face even more skepticism. 

Tuesday, January 8, 2019

Impossible Task Encountered. Hit Delete

This morning I wanted to make a point with my blog "But What If I'm Write?" by taking two iconic speeches--Lincoln's Second Inaugural Address, and FDR's declaration of war against the Japanese on December 8, 1941--and re-write, or annotate them using the recent hotly-debated colloquialisms of 2016-2019.

What, I wondered, would today's audience of Americans, inured as so many seem to be to the free-wheeling scatological mouthplay, think of seeing those same words coming from our 16th president as he spoke of the North's impending victory over the South? What would the reaction be if they saw Roosevelt's words of "infamy" turned into mere memes of crude epithet and coarseness, branding the Japanese in terms we now seem eager to associate with...well, I still can't write that word here. What would (had I chosen two more presidents) John F. Kennedy's words of inspiration to go to the moon, or stand up to Khrushchev have looked like if I'd given him free reign to speak in today's "new normal" language? What would Ronald Reagan’s “shining city on a hill” or "Tear down this wall!" look like under the gauze of gutterspeak? 

I tried to do it. I'm a good speechwriter with thousands of speeches and millions of words beneath my fingers. This self-imposed task to repurpose those speeches should have been a walk in the park to make the point that I don't like the new normal; that I just don't think crassness and earthy directness help anyone accomplish a higher goal, or speak to a greater good. So I tried. And when I saw on my screen what words I'd given those leaders, I was so shocked and saddened at the crude cleverness of my own work--at the subversion I'd achieved--I hit the delete key and let the electrons drift off into their indeterminate domain. 

In this morning’s Washington Post, columnist Michael Gerson, on the topic “Trump’s ‘authenticity’ is merely moral laziness and cruelty,” writes:
“In any ethical system derived from Aristotle, human beings fulfill their nature by exercising their reason and habituating certain virtues, such as courage, temperance, honor, equanimity, truthfulness, justice and friendship. Authenticity — at least, authenticity defined as congruence with your unformed self — is not on the list. In fact, this view of ethics requires a kind of virtuous hypocrisy — modeling ourselves on a moral example, until, through action and habit, we come to embody that ideal. Ethical development is, in a certain way, theatrical. We play the role of someone we admire until we become someone worthy of admiration.

But there is a rival tradition. In any ethical tradition derived from Jean-Jacques Rousseau, authenticity is at the apex of the virtues. This view begins from the premise that man is born free but is everywhere in social chains. Being true to yourself, and expressing yourself freely, is seen as the chief requirement of a meaningful and happy life. In this system, the worst sin is hypocrisy — being untrue to your real self.”

There is little doubt in my mind that I am more inclined toward the Aristotelian world view than the free-will world view of Rousseau. I do believe there are reasons for self-limiting, self-critiquing, self-filtering, and self-editing that are crucial to our interactions in civil society. To me, reasoned language is a part of any civil social compact that seeks to bind, not differentiate, disparate points of view into rational argument and debate. 

The Founders did not expect perfection, either among themselves or the people, writ large. They were often weak, indecisive, and, yes, profane men whose manifold sins of thought and flesh are cataloged in hundreds, if not thousands of biographies. And they were influenced in their time by philosophers like Rousseau, Hobbs, Locke, and Montesquieu, so they were well-aware of the conundrum of encouraging the creation of a civil and democratic society built on higher values than those which they and their fellow citizens demonstrated in their daily lives.

Despite their flawed characters, the Founders pushed on to write documents of great power and noble purpose without revealing their baser instincts through “authentic” speech. From the Declaration of Independence to the Federalist Papers to the Constitution itself, the beauty and unassailable clarity of the language those purpose-driven papers embody is the foundation upon which all leaders, with notable (and present) exceptions, have sought to inspire and assure the American people, in good times and in times of crisis.

I do not believe “authenticity” is an apex virtue if, by giving license to “authentic” behavior, today’s society means to give a pass to those who might otherwise be capable of making their points through sound explication of facts and reason. I had trouble re-writing Lincoln’s and FDR’s speeches using the increasingly normalized language of today’s authentic language not because I am prudish, but because I believe in the beauty of language and in the power of words, carefully chosen, deliberately spoken, to clarify, not obfuscate, to illuminate, not dim, to motivate, not incite.

There is no way the speeches of Lincoln, or the Roosevelts, or Kennedy, or Reagan, could ever be tailored to incorporate the base, or authentic, speech currently in vogue on the Hill, in the White House, and around the country. It is not a matter of their time, either; no man or woman who seeks high office and whose greatest aspiration is to lead us out of this divisive moment in history, will succeed in the future by resorting to socially-defined authenticity of speech. If they are to succeed at all, they will do so on well-chosen words reflecting the higher values of our American experience, supported by careful thought and comity, not the normalized words of lazy spontaneity and spitted venom.

So, I failed at my task. And I am glad I did. For when I hit the delete key, I turned to an old literary friend, William Faulkner, whose words in 1950, as he accepted the 1949 Nobel Prize for Literature, still inform my every personal goal. Let me share with you the last few paragraphs:
“I decline to accept the end of man. It is easy enough to say that man is immortal simply because he will endure: that when the last dingdong of doom has clanged and faded from the last worthless rock hanging tideless in the last red and dying evening, that even then there will still be one more sound: that of his puny inexhaustible voice, still talking.

I refuse to accept this. I believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail. He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance. The poet’s, the writer’s, duty is to write about these things. It is his privilege to help man endure by lifting his heart, by reminding him of the courage and honor and hope and pride and compassion and pity and sacrifice which have been the glory of his past. The poet’s voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail.”

Friday, January 4, 2019

This Is Not The Time To Spit On The Table

Donald Trump takes fire from Representative Rashda Tlaib (photos by Detroit Metro Times)

As reported yesterday (this is Huffington’s post):

“Rep. Rashida Tlaib (D-Mich.) went from her swearing-in as one of the first Muslim women in Congress to cursing out President Donald Trump within a matter of hours on Thursday.

Tlaib told the crowd at an event hosted by progressive group MoveOn:
“And when your son looks at you and says, ‘Mama, look, you won. Bullies don’t win.’ And I say, ‘Baby, they don’t.’ Because we’re gonna go in there and we’re gonna impeach the motherfucker”.”
To which, as NBC reported, newly-re-elected Speaker of the House, Nancy Pelosi, remarked, 
"Generationally, that would not be language I would use, but nonetheless, I don’t think we should make a big deal of it."
Pelosi also said that what Tlaib said was "nothing worse than the president has said," and that the episode "consolidates his base, but I don’t think they need much consolidation." 

She added that while she was "not in the censorship business ... 
I don't like that language, I wouldn't use that language, but I wouldn't establish language standards for my colleagues."
I’m no position to be a scold (an old-fashioned word, I know) or a comportment Nazi—there are many times in my life when I’ve uttered that phrase, mostly in my head, but in rare moments of anger or in extremis pain I’ve said it out right out loud. And it is no secret that my feelings about Mr. Trump are scalding hot and overflow with a very profane four-letter alphabet soup. And yet…and yet.

It doesn’t feel like a “generational thing” to me. Though I am younger, by nine years, than Pelosi, her generation and mine are close enough in traditional American social culture to have been raised to be wary of unleashed invective and profanity. But, it must be said, Speaker Pelosi and I and our overlapping generations of mostly white and relatively privileged Americans too often tried to maintain our parents’ language rules (“standards” to use Ms. Pelosi’s word) that were unrealistic, filled with cultural hubris, foolishly pompous, and were patently insensitive to those who didn’t sound like, look like, or live like, us.

What I do know is that my parents and my grandparents were cautious if not downright withholding in their use of profanity’s most biting bullets. My father was very blunt in his advice to me on the subject: “Just don’t. Not only does it makes you sound ugly, it makes you look ugly.” In all the years I knew him, I can’t recall any time when any of George Carlin’s classic seven dirty word slipped his lips. Not once. In more than five decades.

It isn’t a prudish thing—at least not for me. Lord knows I’ve enjoyed the hot language of many a standup comic, men and women, whose entire routines are founded on the cornerstones of Bruce, Carlin, Pryor, and Williams. From Sarah Silverman to Wanda Sykes, to Janeane Garafalo, to Iliza Shlesinger (Elder Millennial), I laugh with total gender indifference. Which is to say, I am fine with raw words in the right places, which is to say further, “right places” as defined by my sensitivities.

It isn’t a religious thing—Pelosi is a Catholic, I’m a Protestant, Tlaib is a Muslim—at the shared heart of our Christian and Muslim faiths is a desire to be kind and civil both in tongue and deed. That is not to say we always achieve the kindly desires to which we aspire. Great pain, anger, frustration, outrage, personal affront, defense of family or cause, a need to scream our truth frequently often collide in our lives to overrule our better-natured angels and when we believe we are targets, we reach to our pistol of rhetoric, and fire those words, point-blank if need be, to send a message of hurt right back to the source.

Been there. Done it. Usually, but not always, regretted it.

No, it’s not a generational thing, or prudish thing, or a religious thing. It’s a commonsense thing. It’s a be-bigger-than-that thing. It’s a don’t-play-their-game thing. It’s an unintended consequences thing. 

When Representative Tlaib went off on Trump, she gave him everything he could have possibly wanted in that moment. She gave him an angry basket of Palestinian-American-child-of-immigrants, woman, single mom, Muslim, Democrat, and activist. That is the basket from which Trump and his base get all their red meat. And, in one fiery moment, Tlaib put that basket on the opposition’s front porch. Big mistake, in my opinion.

In a sense, it was also a spit-on-the-table thing, at least for me. There was a 1947 movie, The Hucksters, starring Clark Gable and Sydney Greenstreet, in which Greenstreet, in the role of overbearing, slimy, corporate tycoon Evan Llewellyn Evans, spits a great wad of sputum onto a polished boardroom table. Looking at Gable’s shocked character, a World War II veteran named Victor Albee Norman, Evans says, “You’ve just seen me do a disgusting thing. You will always remember what I just did.” 

Sydney Greenstreet, in The Hucksters, spitting on boardroom table
Two points: First, I saw that movie more than 50 years ago, and I still remember the name of the movie and the quote; and, second, saying “We’re going to impeach the motherfucker,” is nothing less than spitting a wad of sputum on the newly-polished table of the House of Representatives.

Yes, it sent the message Rep. Tlaib wanted to send; yes, it was memorable for its directness; and yes, it will make no difference to the national conversation about Trump’s immorality, amorality, crudeness, vacuousness, and usurpation of the office of the presidency. No invective, no head-on, full-winded epithet-filled attack works to deter Trump. He feeds on it. He breathes it. He offers it to his base on a daily basis.

Like Nancy Pelosi, I am no guardian of standards of language for Members of the House or Senate, but unlike Speaker Pelosi, I don’t mind offering Rep. Tlaib a word of advice as a former Hill press secretary: “Hold your fire; use your passion creatively; don’t become a videoclip; don’t become the tool others will use for and against you; and, most of all, as quaint as it may sound, you are in the People’s House now, so please don’t spit on our table to make a point.”

Tuesday, January 1, 2019

The Siege Against Truth and Reason Is Real: Lincoln's Words Can Inspire Our Resolve To Right Our Ship

I was heartened to read the Washington Post’s lead editorial this morning (January 1, 2019) which asked us to consider the “perfect new years resolution for 2019,” based on Abraham Lincoln’s Second Inaugural Address.

The editorial encourages the public to: 
“Take a trip down to the Lincoln Memorial, if you’re in the Washington area. At last report it was still open to the public, though with limited government support, thanks to the shutdown. There, inscribed on a wall, is the perfect New Year’s resolution for Americans and people from other countries who still admire this nation despite all its conflicts and contradictions. The words come at the end of the speech Abraham Lincoln delivered during his second inauguration.

The sentence is so familiar to us — “With malice toward none,” it begins — as to have become almost meaningless to some. But reading the whole address in the presence of the statue of Lincoln, especially at night or on a gray day, with visitors from home and abroad quietly, respectfully taking it all in, gives it a sort of mystic power.”
If you are not a regular reader of “But What If I’m Write?” (in which case I hope you stick around), I’m a former Congressional and Cabinet-level speechwriter, with a little over 30 years as a writer speechwriter, and press secretary for political leaders of both parties. 

Over the course of the thousands of speeches I’ve written, it would be fair to say I’ve drawn substantially on the texts of five key speeches by just three national leaders: Abraham Lincoln (the First and Second Inaugural Addresses), Theodore Roosevelt (The Man in the Arena/Citizenship in a Republic), and Franklin D. Roosevelt (Four Freedoms). I’ve also been inspired by Letter from Birmingham Jail by Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., a letter I think is one of the most important writings of any American at any time in our history.

What draws me to write about the Post’s editorial is the power of the right words to help us through the worst of times—whether the Civil War of 1861-1865, the ruthless corporate hoarding of wealth at the turn of the 20th century, the Great Depression and World War II, Vietnam, or the uncivil war between the nation’s political left and right that has been on the rise since the Obama campaign and presidency and, most recently the campaign and inauguration of our current president.

There was a time when Americans took comfort in the words of respected leaders and men and women of faith and letters. There was a time when thinking before speaking (or writing or tweeting), was a thing taught in school, enforced at home, and practiced by Americans of all social and economic stripes. There was a time when Americans could parse the meaning of a speech without having to go through ethical or moral contortions—you knew what was being said, you got the message, you understood the importance of the guidance.

Today, not so much. Today, too many Americans rely on the external and twisted filters of cable news or social media relationships to inform their opinions, taking little, if any, time to compare and contrast what was said vs. what others would have them believe was said. The result is a degree of national polarization I’ve not seen since the Civil Rights era, and even then, while America was burning itself down on crosses of racial hatred or lifting itself up on powerful words of racial partnership, there was not such a deep-seated sense of citizen-to-citizen distrust, disparagement, and shaming that exists in today’s national discourse (such as it is) and political theater.

It seems no individual or group is spared the humiliation of being called out by an almost illiterate president who receives his truth from a tiny cadre of counter-productive soothsayers who whisper into their leader’s ear from sunup until, well, the next sunup.

For more than 550 years (1409-1963), every papal coronation ceremony—the Catholic church’s investiture of God’s prince on earth—included this publicly-spoken reminder to the all-too-human Pope, “Sic transit gloria mundi” (“So passes worldly glory”), which has often been shortened to “All fame is fleeting.” It was a sobering prompt to the incoming pontiff to not let the earthly trappings of celebrity—no matter how faithfully or righteously ordained—distract from the hard truth that we will not take any of it with us when our time on this mortal coil expires. 

Every president in my lifetime—from Truman to Obama (though a case can be made to exclude Nixon)—despite their many moral and ethical frailties and failings (or, perhaps, because of them), understood and embraced the reality of the limits of their office and the fleeting nature of their power. Until now.

And now, to abduct a line from Abraham Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address, “we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure.” There is no doubt in my mind that we are a nation under siege from within our own borders, countless sieges being waged against truth and reason wherever those two noble philosophies reside. I also believe that the engines of these internal sieges are fueled and weaponized by forces outside our borders, forces as easy to identify as Russia and China and Iran, and forces still unknown to us, but nonetheless real and dangerous.

The fight against such siege warfare would normally fall on the shoulders of the nation’s chief executive, but because he has abrogated that responsibility, and, in fact, has become a vocal enabler of the siege against truth and reason, it falls hard on the shoulders of Americans who still believe in the founding principles, who still understand the nobility of our purpose despite the failures of our methods, who are still willing to stand against the winds and tides of cowardly inhumanity and social disrespect.

Most of all, the fight to right our ship against the cannon blasts of a morally corrupt and intellectually vacuous prince of his own gilt-masted frigate, depends on Americans who still understand what Lincoln was saying, praying for, beseeching a torn nation to take as its own new mission:
“With malice toward none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right as God gives us to see the right, let us strive on to finish the work we are in, to bind up the nation’s wounds . . . and cherish a just and lasting peace among ourselves and with all nations.”
It will, indeed be a happy new year if we can start down that path together.