June 26, 1966, was one of the most significant times in my life. I was 5 years old growing up in Jackson, Miss. I can remember the day quite vividly, because of the tension in the city, I suppose.
I did not grow up in a Christian home, but I must say my parents made some pretty “Christian” decisions early on in my life that have served as a keel.
Martin Luther King’s “March Against Fear” began in Memphis, Tenn., June 6, 1966, and reached Jackson on June 26. When the march entered Jackson, it was estimated to be 15,000 strong. Its passage was welcomed warmly in the black neighborhoods and by some whites. However, many whites jeered and threatened the marchers; others simply stayed indoors.
“Warmly welcomed by some whites.” My parents had been pretty radical for a white family with three little boys being raised in Jackson in 1966. I went to the march, a little white boy holding the hand of an African-American friend.
In speech class, I can remember Mrs. Jones introducing me to Dr. King’s prophetic final address, “I’ve Been to the Mountaintop.” He recalled: “I was in New York City autographing the first book that I had written. And while sitting there autographing books, a demented black woman came up. The only question I heard from her was, ‘Are you Martin Luther King?’ And I was looking down writing, and I said yes. And the next minute, I felt something beating on my chest. Before I knew it I had been stabbed by this demented woman. I was rushed to Harlem Hospital. It was a dark Saturday afternoon. And that blade had gone through, and the X-rays revealed that the tip of the blade was on the edge of my aorta, the main artery. And once that’s punctured, you drown in your own blood; that’s the end of you. It came out in The New York Times the next morning, that if I had sneezed, I would have died.”
According to Dr. King’s autobiography, a young girl wrote him a letter. He recounted: “And I looked at that letter, and I will never forget it. It said simply, ‘Dear Dr. King: I am a ninth-grade student at the White Plains High School. … While it should not matter, I would like to mention that I am a white girl. I read in the paper of your misfortune, and of your suffering. And I read that if you had sneezed, you would have died. And I’m simply writing to you to say that I’m so happy that you didn’t sneeze.’”
Source: Baptist Standard | JEFF JOHNSON, BGCT PRESIDENT
Jeff Johnson is president of the Baptist General Convention of Texas and pastor of First Baptist Church in Commerce.