This sermon/message/essay contains the brilliance I remember in the man, the real man, not the lionized, plasticine icon. I truly enjoyed reading this, imagining bringing it as a lecture I might deliver in a university auditorium today, only to be run off campus in a hail of projectiles and epithets. That’s when I would morph into MLK, turn around toward the crowd and face them, as they asked, dumbfounded, “Where’d that knuckledragger go? We just ran him off the stage!”
Agreed! It’s a CRYING SHAME!
You might recall that King got booed by leftists when he addressed the notorious “New Politics” convention in 1967.