MLK's classic essay, "The Negro and the Constitution," seems
as timely now as ever.
Negroes were first brought to America in 1620 when England
legalized slavery both in England and the colonies and
America; the institution grew and thrived for about 150
years upon the backs of these black men. The empire of King
Cotton was built and the southland maintained a status of
life and hospitality distinctly its own and not anywhere
else.
On January 1, 1863 the proclamation emancipating the slaves
which had been decreed by President Lincoln in September
took effect, millions of Negroes faced a rising sun of a
new day begun. Did they have habits of thrift or principles
of honesty and integrity? Only a few! For their teachings
and duties had been but two activities, love of Master,
right or wrong, good or bad, and loyalty to work. What was
to be the place for such men in the reconstruction of the
south?
America gave its full pledge of freedom seventy-five years
ago. Slavery has been a strange paradox in a nation founded
on the principles that all men are created free and equal.
Finally after tumult and war, the nation in 1865 took a new
stand, freedom for all people. The new order was backed by
amendments to the national constitution making it the
fundamental law that thenceforth there should be no
discrimination anywhere in the "land of the free" on
account of race, color or previous condition of servitude.
Black America still wears chains. The finest Negro is at
the mercy of the meanest white man. Even winners of our
highest honors face the class color bar. Look at a few of
the paradoxes that mark daily life in America. Marian
Anderson was barred from singing in the Constitution Hall,
ironically enough, by the professional daughters of the
very men who founded this nation for liberty and equality.
But this tale had a different ending. The nation rose in
protest, and gave a stunning rebuke to the Daughters of the
American Revolution and a tremendous ovation to the artist,
Marian Anderson, who sang in Washington on Easter Sunday
and fittingly, before the Lincoln Memorial. Ranking cabinet
members and a justice of the supreme court were seated
about her. Seventy-five thousand people stood patiently for
hours to hear a great artist at a historic moment. She sang
as never before with tears in her eyes. When the words of
"America" and "Nobody Knows De Trouble I Seen" rang out
over that great gathering, there was a hush on thee sea of
uplifted faces, black and white, and a new baptism of
liberty, equality and fraternity. That was a touching
tribute, but Miss Anderson may not as yet spend the night
in any good hotel in America. Recently she was again
signally honored by being given the Bok reward as the most
distinguished resident of Philadelphia. Yet she cannot be
served in many of the public restaurants of her home city,
eveen after it has declared her to be its best citizen.
So, with their right hand they raise to high places the
great who have dark skins, and with their left, they slap
us down to keep us in "our places." "Yes, America you have
stripped me of my garments, you have robbed me of my
precious endowment."
We cannot have an enlightened democracy with one great
group living in ignorance. We cannot have a healthy nation
with one tenth of the people ill-nourished, sick, harboring
germs of disease which recognize no color lines, obey no
Jim Crow laws. We cannot have a nation orderly and sound
with one group so ground down and thwarted that it is
almost forced into unsocial attitudes and crime. We cannot
be truly Christian people so long as we flaunt the central
teachings of Jesus: brotherly love and the Golden Rule. We
cannot come to full prosperity with one great group so
ill-delayed that it cannot buy goods. So as we gird
ourselves to defend democracy from foreign attack, let us
see to it that increasingly at home we give fair play and
free opportunity for all people
Today thirteen million black sons and daughters of our
forefathers continue the fight for the translation of the
13th, 14th, and 15th amendments from writing on the printed
page to an actuality. We believe with them that "if freedom
is good for any it is good for all," that we may conquer
southern armies by the sword, but it is another thing to
conquer southern hate, that if the franchise is given to
Negroes, they will be vigilant and defend even with their
arms, the ark of federal liberty from treason and
destruction by her enemies.
The spirit of Lincoln still lives; that spirit born of the
teachings of the Nazarene, who promised mercy to the
merciful, who lifted the lowly, strengthened the weak, ate
with publicans, and made the captives free. In the light of
this divine example, the doctrines of demagogues shiver in
their chaff. Already closer understanding links Saxon and
Freedman in mutual sympathy.
America experiences a new birth of freedom in her sons and
daughters; she incarnates the spirit of her martyred chief.
Their loyalty is repledged; their devotion renewed to the
work He left unfinished. My heart throbs anew in the hope
that inspired by the example of Lincoln, imbued with the
spirit of Christ, they will cast down the last barrier to
perfect freedom. And I with my brother of blackest hue
possessing at last my rightful heritage and holding my head
erect, may stand beside the Saxon, a Negro, and yet a man!