A White Response to MLK Day

Over the years, I have come to see the Martin Luther King, Jr. holiday as a black holiday, one in which people who know more about race relations than I contemplate the life of this remarkable man. I suspect that I am not alone among my white friends in having an attitude that has ranged from ambivalence to respect for something I am not supposed to understand.

But in giving more thought to the life of Martin Luther King, Jr. I have realized that the last thing I should do is ignore the words of this man. And I have realized that he was speaking just as much to me as he was to any black man.

"I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slaveowners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood."

I grew up in Atlanta's suburban DeKalb County. In 1969, a lawsuit was brought against the school system alleging institutionalized segregation in the system; that is, a separate system of white schools and black schools. In 1976, the federal courts ordered DeKalb County to start its "Majority to Minority" busing program. This program allowed black students in majority black schools to transfer to majority white schools. My high school was one of those that many black students transferred to.

Unlike most school systems, we had neither junior high schools nor middle schools. As a result, students went directly from elementary school to high school in eighth grade. Starting eighth grade could be a very trying experience for a number of reasons, among them being in a school with such older kids and meeting a lot of new kids. With the new busing program, this also meant being in a school with much greater racial diversity than many of us had been accustomed to.

I'll never forget starting that year at school and finding myself as the only white guy at my lunch table. The funny thing was that very quickly I referred to these guys as my friends, not my "black friends." Over time, I didn't give much thought to whether they were black or Asian or Hispanic. This isn't to say that there wasn't any racial tension at my school. But I think of this experience when I read MLK's words about "sitting down together at the table of brotherhood."


I have a dream that one day the state of Alabama, whose governor's lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers.

After graduating from high school, I attended college at Auburn University in Alabama. One of the first things I noticed when I went there was how very white it was. I have no idea if this was because of racism or because there were some very prominent Historically Black Colleges (HBC) nearby such as Tuskeegee, Morehouse, Morris Brown, and Spelman. But I did notice the difference and felt that something was missing. I wasn't one of these white kids who are obsessed with black culture; it just felt strange hanging out with mostly white people. So I ended up joining the gospel choir and becoming its only white member. I'm not sure if that was part of MLK's dream for Alabama, but I'd like to think that it was.

Over the years since college, I have had a variety of experiences making friends with people of other races. I have developed some good friendships with black guys that I have worked with including one who invited me out to his family's barbeque in the country. But one fact has remained the same through all these relationships and friendships: my high regard for each of these people has had nothing to do with whether they were black but had everything to do with them being good people.

I think that this is what MLK meant when he talked about a color-blind society. I couldn't disagree more with those who say that we should lift up those distinct elements of each race or culture. Better to lift up and honor those distinctly human and God-given parts of each of us.

"I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together. This is our hope. This is the faith with which I return to the South."

Comments

Right On, White Brother

(Left this same comment at PP too, but want to leave it here as I feel this is a seminal post, Will. Thank you for writing it.)

I know exactly what you’re talking about. And it has absolutely nothing to do with political correctness; it is simply a cultural reference point for you. Like you, I went to (S.C.) public schools until graduation from high school. The first time I ever stepped into an all white classroom was when I went off to college. It was strange. I felt I had been shipped off to Preppy Land. I never did really feel entirely comfortable in an all-white environment, despite being a priviledged white chick. And the first time I visited a NE state, I just kinda looked around and felt like blurting out, “But where are your black people?” To this day, I miss the bond I shared with my high school best friend, a trash-talkin’ black dude. We got tossed out of French class together on a regular basis — always for laughing too much.

It´s very soothing for us

It´s very soothing for us "overseas citizens" meet the honest and intelligent side of the american Right.
Great blog. Congrats.
Regards from Spain!

Wow Will! I'm impressed.

Wow Will! I'm impressed. Ya see, we all have our own paths in life. You grew up in the thick of our country's Deep South, where notable and historic civil rights activities have been recorded for many years to come.

I grew up in Hawaii, watching other Americans tear down everything our forefathers worked to build - freedom for all men. I watched the news as Dr. King marched peacefully while the KKK hid behind their drapes and chided him and those who walked with him.

I wondered, "Where do Asian Pacific Islander Americans fit in?" After all, my father raised me to be a loyal American citizen. Many of us in Hawaii believed we were Americans but all the survey and data referred to whites and blacks. After a while, I felt, "Hmmm, maybe those of us in between the color scheme do not really count in America?"

If Obama wins, I hope our country can work on healing the pains of racism that have permeated us for so long. I hope our children and grand children can make historic strides toward true brotherhood - and sisterhood.

I gotta tell ya, my friend, we are on the fringe of possibly having our first (mostly) African American president, something I never thought I'd see in my lifetime. Iff Obama doesn't win, atleast Americans of all walks of life know that anything is possible in this great but sometimes crazy country of our's.

God bless America
Yags
Your brown brother in San Diego

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