Nonviolence. The Legacy of MLK.

When Martin Luther King, Jr. was murdered, I was in a shoe store in downtown Ft. Wayne, Indiana. The somber news interrupted the store’s calm atmosphere: “Reverend Martin Luther King, Jr. has be shot….” Ever-ready gusts of depression blew in and snuffed out all the excitement of getting new shoes. My birthday was the next day and I was going to be 8 years old. Up until then, my life had been dominated by news reports and images of violence crackling out from radios and onto newly-mass-produced TV screens—Vietnam, Civil Rights, the Cold War—all part of a steady stream of announced assassinations, race riots, protests, campus unrest, impending nuclear annihilation, evil communists. We left the shoe store immediately; my parents feared the city would react violently to the news of MLK’s assassination.

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Five years before MLK was murdered, he spoke in Ft. Wayne on June 5, 1963. Two months before that, he had written “Letter From a Birmingham Jail,” but had not yet delivered his “I Have a Dream Speech,” which would happen three months hence at the March on Washington. A year later, he would be awarded the Nobel Peace Prize.

Dr. John Meister, a pastor of the First Presbyterian Church introduced MLK during his visit to Ft. Wayne: “A glorious disturber of people and the peace.”

At the podium, MLK said, “Some say slow up. You’re moving too fast….But we are through with gradual-ism, token-ism, see how far you’ve come-ism….We have learned to stand up against the evil system—and still not hate in the process. We have discovered that love works miracles.” MLK warned that segregation was not just a problem for the American South, but that de facto segregation existed throughout the country.

King was right. One of the most troubling consequences of de facto segregation was that it created school systems throughout America which did not offer equal opportunities for education to all children. After MLK’s death, Ft. Wayne started trying to integrate their schools. None of us were prepared for the busing of Black kids into our all-white neighborhood schools. One day it just seemed to crash land in everyone’s front yard. Chaos ensued and while the adults were desperately trying to protect their children from harm, their children were desperately trying to make it through the school day. We were sexually and physically and mentally assaulted by each other. Our school bathrooms became war zones. So did the hallways, the lines for lunch, the gym locker rooms. I was a fifth grader in elementary school and the stories I heard about what was happening in the junior high schools and the high schools kept waves of fearful depression washing over me. At one point, I stopped going to school for several weeks. I didn’t tell anyone I was one of the girls being sexually and physically assaulted. I just kept saying, over and over again, “I have a stomach ache.”

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In honor of the MLK holiday, I took an excursion up the road through a driving rainstorm to go see the movie Selma. Most people in my region of the world were cheering on the New England Patriots, so I enjoyed a quiet night at the theater for one. I guess the movie isn’t getting the attention some say it deserves. I hope that won’t cause people to dismiss it as unworthy. The movie is not only well-directed with great acting and music, it’s also important because it’s a catalyst—it’s one of those films you go to see and after you see it, you start doing some research. You want to find out for yourself what’s true, what isn’t, and what happened to the people in the film. The movie triumphs as a work of art because it makes you think and thinking for yourself is one of the most crucial ideals of Martin Luther King Jr.’s legacy:

“INJUSTICE ANYWHERE IS A THREAT TO JUSTICE EVERYWHERE.” 

Injustice is everywhere. What do we do when we come upon it?

The legacy of Martin Luther King Jr. suggests that we consider the practices and philosophy of nonviolence. The MLK holiday, along with my excursion to watch the film, Selma, inspired me to learn more about MLK’s philosophy and strategies for nonviolence and how he developed them. One of the greatest men he admired was Mohandas Gandhi, best known as Mahatma (Great Soul) Gandhi:

…I was particularly moved by the whole concept of “Satyagraha”. Satya is truth which equals love, agraha is force; “Satyagraha” means truth-force or love force…As I delved deeper into the study of Gandhi, my skepticism concerning the power of love gradually diminished, and I came to see for the first time its potency in the area of social reform. Prior to reading Gandhi, I had about concluded that the ethics of Jesus were only effective in individual relationships. Gandhi was probably the first person in history to lift the love ethic of Jesus above mere interaction between individuals to a powerful and effective social force on the large scale….It was in the Gandhian emphasis on love and nonviolence that I discovered the method for social reform that I had been seeking for so many months. The intellectual and moral satisfaction I failed to gain from the utilitarians of Bentham and Mill, the revolutionary methods of Marx and Lenin, the social contract theory of Hobbes, the “back to nature” optimism of Rousseau, and the superman philosophy of Nietzsche—I found in the nonviolence resistance philosophy of Gandhi. I came to see it was the only morally and practically sound method for oppressed people in their struggle for freedom.”

In MLK’s 1959 Sermon on Gandhi, he elaborated on points he’d made in a 1957 speech, Birth of a Nation:

“The aftermath of nonviolence results in the creation of a beloved community, so that when the battle is over, a new relationship comes into being between the oppressed and the oppressor. The way of acquiescence leads to moral and spiritual suicide. The way of violence lead to bitterness in the survivors and brutality in the destroyers. But, the way of nonviolence leads to redemption and the creation of the beloved community.”

King emphasized that the Beloved Community was not some utopian Garden of Eden with gentle serpents and luscious apples. The Beloved Community was a community of people devoted to the methods of nonviolence.

King’s study of Gandhi influenced his Six Principles of Non-Violence. In his first book, Stride Toward Freedom, (he was attacked and stabbed while signing copies of the book), he lists the principles:

1) Nonviolence is a way of life for courageous people. It is an active nonviolent resistance to evil. It is aggressive spiritually, mentally, and emotionally. 2) Nonviolence seeks to win friendship and understanding. The end result of nonviolence is redemption and reconciliation. 3) Nonviolence seeks to defeat injustice, not people. 4) Nonviolence holds that suffering can educate and transform. Nonviolence accepts suffering without retaliation. 5) Nonviolence chooses love instead of hate. 6) Nonviolence believes that the universe is on the side of justice. The nonviolent resister has deep faith that justice will eventually win. Nonviolence believes that God is a God of justice.

His Letter From a Birmingham Jail spelled out Six Steps for Nonviolent Social Change (Love in Action):

1) Information gathering. Become an expert on your opponent’s position. 2) Education. Inform others about your position. 3) Personal commitment. Eliminate hidden motives and prepare to accept suffering in your work for justice. 4) Discuss and negotiate. Use grace, humor, and intelligence. Do not seek to humiliate. 5) Use direct action. When the opponent is unwilling to discuss/negotiate—impose “creative actions” to supply moral pressure. 6) Reconciliation. Nonviolence is directed against evil systems, forces, oppressive poles, unjust acts, but not against persons.

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Most important of all to MLK’s activism and legacy was his wife, Coretta Scott King. She isn’t often listed as a great American Black woman, but she is one of the greatest. She was born in Alabama, was the valedictorian of her high school class, and attended Antioch College until she was awarded a scholarship to study voice and violin at Boston Conservatory of Music. Corretta Scott King met MLK in Boston when he was at Boston University. The two married and settled in Montgomery, Alabama. Mrs. King was the mother of four children. In her “spare time,” she composed and performed “Freedom Concerts” which combined prose and poetry narration with music. The funds raised from her concerts supported MLK’s Southern Christian Leadership Conference. Upon her husband’s death, she established the King Center—a legacy to the philosophy and practice of nonviolence. She traveled the globe on goodwill missions, she was arrested for protesting against Apartheid in Washington, she was an author, an activist, and a civil rights leader who championed women’s rights and gay and lesbian rights. She was awarded the Gandhi Peace Prize and more than 60 honorary degrees from colleges and universities. She worked exhaustively to establish the Martin Luther King Jr. holiday and, by doing so, she has kept the spirit of his dreams alive.

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If you watch the movie Selma you will get a sense for how the principles of nonviolence led to, among other things, the passage of the Voting Rights Act of 1965. (1965! In America! Voting rights still being challenged!)

Talk about courage. It takes a lot of mighty hearts, and a lot of people willing to think, in order to rise above the injustice of Selma’s Bloody Sunday and its attendant vicious attacks against human dignity.

Watching authentic footage of the people marching from Selma to Montgomery I found myself wanting to look into the eyes of every freedom fighter. I wanted to touch the power of every heart that must have leaped into the arms of guardian angels that day, praying for the safety of all. Could I ever believe so fully in the weapons of nonviolence? In a situation as dangerous? In a country that claims to protect liberty and justice for all?

If I continue to study the principles of non-violence, and think of those who have practiced them before me, I think I could.

The ReStore. Gypsy Treasures.

Good will meets home improvement and treasure hunting. The ReStore. Here’s a nonprofit home improvement center selling furniture, building materials, appliances, office furniture, light fixtures, tools, tchotchkes–all at a fraction of retail pricing in a warehouse that’s a lot easier to walk through (and get out of before your life is over), than Ikea. The dollars earned support Habitat for Humanity. You can donate, or shop, or do both. We took a Saturday morning excursion to check it out. Gold Star Blvd. Worcester. (There are other locations throughout the land.) Check out the ReStore blog on their website to jumpstart your creative energy and get ideas on how to restore ReStore finds. IMG_2949

Let’s use and reuse what we already have. If container ships keep unloading stuff on America’s shorelines, and the stuff keeps getting distributed throughout the land,

America is going to SINK.

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The first easy-bake oven. But look! Old, sturdy file cabinets. I have an idea. Use them as walls, slap on a roof and line them up for dorm housing. Every student has five drawers. One drawer/per day of the week to organize what you will wear that day. Eliminates excessive clothing all over the floor, excessive clothes flowing out of closets, and excessive clothes overloading washing machines. Reduces student stress–just open the drawer marked, “Monday”, when it’s Monday, and proceed to get dressed. Return clothes to the drawer for the next Monday.For weekends, choose clothes at random from the five drawers.

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Impressive selection of tables. Great for art studios, restaurants, classrooms.

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More fun than the Big Apple. Buy this ensemble for a party, serve some kind of apple-themed dish, get a few oohs and ahhs and what funs from your guests, and then give it back to the ReStore to sell again! Ten bucks. Or, fill the big apple with some bling, like shiny beads. Let children scoop out some of the bling to put into their little apples and they can string together necklaces or bracelets. Or, make a big apple container of white buttercream frosting. Then use the little apple containers to make frostings in all different colors. Then decorate cut out cookies–shaped like apples! Or, fill the little apple containers with rainbow sprinkles, tiny chocolate chips, tiny m&m’s, teeny dots (whatever those are called). Put melted chocolate in the big apple. Have on deck, ready to dip, big marshmallows. Dip and swirl them in the chocolate, then swirl them through the decorations. Let set. I am already feeling buyer’s remorse because I left this great toy behind at the ReStore. IMG_2939

I wasn’t going to buy anything. But then I saw these bowls and I fell for the green color. Two for a dollar.

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I brought them home and liked them even more. I looked them up on the Internet. Fire-King Jade-ite Swirl Pattern Bowls. From the 1950’s. Some people were selling them for up to $50. Martha Stewart is hoarding them in all her houses.

I FOUND A TREASURE.

I have become captivated by my treasure.

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Early morning tea, looking at the exquisite curves of the horizon, the rising sun, my new bowl.

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I draped some of my rosaries over the side of the bowl.

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The next one is from the Sacre Coeur in Paris.

I bought it when I lit a candle there for my cousin Amy who was going to have a baby.

It looks like a perfect prayer for a little baby.

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I put my most favorite bowl, into the new bowl. My daughter painted this bowl for me.

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Another work of art, placed into the bowl. This is a clay sculpture by my son when he was little.

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The original set up for my son’s clay pot is on top of a rock painted by my daughter. I keep this sculpture on my desk.

With a newspaper clipping inside the clay pot:

“I have drawn things since I was 6.

All that I made before the age of 65 is not worth counting.

At 73, I began to understand the true construction of animals, plants, trees,

birds, fishes, and insects.

At 90, I will enter into the secret of things.

At 110, everything–every dot, every dash–will live.”  Hokusai

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The bowls make a nice trap for trolls, bad thoughts, wasteful grumblings. Errant ants, spiders, and ladybugs.

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MADE IN USA.

When you leave the ReStore, you check out near a nice display of clocks. Seattle, Denver, Chicago, and Worcester times. Why Dublin time for the big clock? Because the store manager loves Ireland.

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IT’S A GOOD LUCK STORE!

Words. Images. Communication.

The ancient art of satire and the art of cartooning can so effectively catch us off guard and make us laugh at ourselves. In the same way that you might learn more about someone when you discover what their favorite books are, or their favorite bands, or their favorite places to travel–the comics and cartoons they enjoy also reveal personality quirks.

I started out reading comics in the Sunday newspapers. The funny pages, as we called them, had a lot of uses: we’d press Silly Putty onto the colored pages to lift off imprints, we made hats out of the festive pages, and we used the Sunday comics as wrapping paper. Mom and Dad posted comics on the fridge:

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If I had some extra money, I’d buy comic books:

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I really liked Charlie Brown.

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When I was a pre-teen obsessed with cute things, I collected the love is comics.

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My university had a funny cartoonist, Paul Catanese. His comic strip, “Bedlam Hall”, branded all of us as last-minute crammers who couldn’t hold our liquor and couldn’t stand the dorm food. But we all thought ducks were cute. Here’s one:


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It says: First square: Engineering nerd with glasses: “Snake sent me here. He says I’m too naive.” Dude with a goatee says: “We can fix that…Dregs will demonstrate how to use a bong.” Second square: Dregs is smoking a bong while the others watch. Third square: Dregs is starting to lift off. Fourth square: “Of course, a hit like that takes years of practice…”

My kids liked Calvin and Hobbes: Here’s one about how much Calvin hates everybody: “My parents are the two stupidest people on Earth.” “Just my luck they’d get married and have me.” “I hate everybody.” “I don’t see how anyone could ever fall in love. People are jerks.” Hobbes chimes in: “Sometimes they are, but look at all the colors on the trees today.” Calvin still grumbles: “Yeah? So what.” Hobbes: “I think it’s more fun to see something like this with someone than just by yourself.” Calvin thinks. “I guessss so…but I’d still rather see this with a tiger than a person.” Hobbes: “Well, that goes without saying.”

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And, my kids liked Garfield:

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It says: “Check out that cute girl over there!” Garfield warns: “And check out her big boyfriend returning with ice cream.” John returns with the ice cream cones plastered onto his chest: “Actually, it’s kind of refreshing.”

I have some old comics still on the fridge:

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The commiseration: “I, too, am disappointed. But perhaps the joy was in the journey.”    (F-Minus/Tony Carillo)  I suppose you only like this cartoon if you grew up playing on playgrounds.

There’s another one on my fridge, by Tony Carillo, that I posted above a picture of my son, (the drummer and multi-talented musician), and my daughter, (the piano and guitar player who likes to sing):

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It says: “Although your baby is quite healthy, our preliminary tests indicate that the child was…born to rock.” And the doctor looks really grouchy, like music department teachers look when they find out kids would rather devote their physical and mental efforts to rocking and rolling instead of playing in the marching/pep band for the football team.

And, just yesterday, I found a funny cartoon worthy of the fridge, which doesn’t happen often.  (Bizzarro by Dan Piraro) It’s a couple of cowboys riding through the Old West and one is riding a donkey piñata.

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Then, today, I found another cartoon to keep. This one will be posted in our barn. It’s Doonesbury (part of a series saga, but this little excerpt works fine for us on its own):

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Hippie Mom and Dad huddled together near a fire hose: Square one, Dad says: “Everything under control, Inspector?” Fireman answers: “Seems to be, you folks okay?” Square two: Dad: “Well, we’re understandably shook up. Any idea what caused the blaze?” Inspector: “Yeah. It started in the barn…” Square three: Inspector: “Looks like it was caused by a burning cigarette. My guess is it was a marijuana joint.” Square four: Dad: “Hear that, Honey? It was those damn kids!” The inspector advises: “You should have kept it locked. That’s what I do.”

I found this cartoon in the New Yorker the year my son was accepted at Bard College. I couldn’t believe it. We delivered him to Bard in our motorhome–where he’d spent all the years of his youth traveling throughout the northeast. It’s a drawing of a boy with a Bard sweatshirt meeting another boy who says to him: “I was motor-home-schooled.”

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Here’s one my son drew when he was little. I think it’s about me.

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Boy watching TV, Mom nags him: “That stuff’s boring! How do you watch it?” And, later, when Mom is gone, he is free and happy to watch, un-assaulted, whatever boring stuff he wants to watch: “Today…on, A Napkin’s Life Cycle…”

Here’s one of my son’s later creations, fifth grade. His characters Lizardo and Dude:

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And lastly, here’s a little cartoon, which is a refrigerator magnet. I bought it in Acadia National Park last fall. I guess this represents something that is always on the minds of those of us who wish the people of the world would learn to stop harming each other with such useless violence.

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