Ruth Tucker Reflects on the Life of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

FILE – In this April 30, 1966 photo, The Rev. Martin Luther King Jr. addresses a crowd of some 3,000 persons in Birmingham, Ala., in Kelly Ingram Park on the last day of his three-day whistle-stop tour of Alabama, encouraging black voters to vote as a bloc in the primary election. (AP Photo/JT, File)

Ruth A. Tucker is a former professor of missiology with a PhD from Northern Illinois University and former professor at Calvin Theological Seminary. She is the author of eleven books. The views expressed in this commentary do not necessarily represent those of BCNN1.

During the decades I lived in an integrated neighborhood in Grand Rapids, with black families my closest neighbors, and later working alongside a black business partner, I never heard Martin Luther King, Jr. called anything other than Dr. King. It’s us white folks who give him the long handle. African-Americans honor him with three syllables only. His father was granted three syllables as well—Daddy King.

In his biography of Dr. King, Richard Lischer writes graphically about Daddy King: “A member of the lowest caste of rural Negroes (his schoolmates had taunted him unmercifully for smelling like a mule), he set his cap to marry the princess of Ebenezer, the boss’s daughter, Alberta Williams.” And that is precisely what he did. “A poor man with dung on his boots,” he would follow his father-in-law as the minister of Ebenezer Baptist Church. The church grew under his leadership, and in 1934, he was honored with a sabbatical excursion to Europe, Africa, and the Holy Land.

In Germany, inspired by the leadership and legacy of Martin Luther, he decided to legally change his name and that of his five-year-old son. If a mere monk could change the course of religious history, so also could an up-and-coming black preacher in Atlanta. From that point on he would no longer be Mike. He would be Martin Luther King, his son, junior. Indeed, from the time he was a child, the boy was destined to become the fourth in a line of preachers.

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Dr. King would become a truly great leader—though it was leadership he did not seek. “Like many prophets in the Bible, King did not aspire to the kind of leadership he finally undertook,” writes Garry Wills. “He would gladly have fled the task, like Jonah. But the task pursued him. . . . Reluctant to go to jail, he was shamed into going there after so many young people responded to his speeches and found themselves in danger.”

In many respects Dr. King was not even the visionary that leadership gurus insist is a necessary requisite. He borrowed his ideas—and his rhetoric—from others. In fact, his most famous lines were borrowed. More than a decade before his “I have a dream” speech, Archibald Carey, another black preacher, had called people to action with virtually the same words that King later borrowed:

From every mountainside, let freedom ring. Not only from the Green Mountains of Vermont . . . but from the Ozarks . . . from the Stone Mountains . . . from the Blue Ridge. . . from every mountainside, let freedom ring.

But Dr. King’s famous address, according to Wills, was “the greatest American speech given since Lincoln’s time.” And Lincoln’s presence was very real. The Lincoln Memorial was the backdrop, and Dr. King picked up Lincoln’s “Four score and seven years ago” with his own five score years since Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address. Indeed, his five score became a refrain: One hundred years later. . . . One hundred years later, the Negro is still anguished. . . . One hundred years later. . . .” Lincoln had issued the Emancipation Proclamation, but one hundred years later African Americans were still not free. He was calling for that promise to be fulfilled: “Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice.”

He sounded the clarion call, but he didn’t want to lead the fight. He tells how he had reminisced on his life the evening after he had been released from the Montgomery city jail. As he sat at the kitchen table, long after Coretta and his little girl had fallen asleep, he pondered the previous night. He also thought of his wedding night. With no accommodations open to African Americans, he and Coretta had slept at a funeral home belonging to family friends. But on this night, he sensed God speaking to him:

And I sat at that table thinking about that little girl and thinking about the fact that she could be taken away from me any minute. And I started thinking about a dedicated, devoted and loyal wife, who was over there asleep. . . . And I got to the point that I couldn’t take it anymore. I was weak. . . . And I discovered then that religion had to become real to me, and I had to know God for myself. . . . I prayed a prayer, and I prayed out loud that night. I said, “Lord, I’m down here trying to do what’s right. I think I’m right. I think the cause that we represent is right. But Lord, I must confess that I’m weak now. I’m faltering. I’m losing my courage.” . . . . And it seemed at that moment that I could hear an inner voice saying to me, “Martin Luther, stand up for righteousness. Stand up for justice. Stand up for truth. And lo I will be with you, even until the end of the world.”

Dr. King’s legacy is well known, his massive footprint evident the world over, summed up by countless stories of his profound influence. One of these stories is told by Philip Yancey. Born in 1949 in Atlanta (Dr. King’s hometown), Yancey’s neighborhood was a world away. Accounts of lynchings were still part of local lore—stories and scenes of black men lynched because, as young Philip was told, they deserved it. He had it coming. The girl was caught in a parked car. She was mortified and then claimed he raped her. If a mob went berserk and strung him up from a tree limb, he had it coming.

These were very real scenes and stories that terrorized Dr. King in his waking and sleeping hours. Although Yancey’s own family was very poor and lived in low-rent housing and trailer parks, they were white. That was enough.

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Source: Christianity Today