How Martin Luther King, Jr. changed my life
Five years after Dr. King's 'I Have a Dream' speech, I heard him speak at a church in Memphis. I had come with my gang to rob ladies' purses. But I left a new man. I was not the first to be transformed by King, and I should not be the last.
Today, Americans will mark the 50th anniversary of Martin Luther King’s, Jr.'s “I Have a Dream” speech, which Dr. King delivered on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial. It was a defining moment in the civil rights movement.
Five years after his famous speech, King was in Memphis to support the sanitation-worker strike. He spoke at a local church. It was the night before he was assassinated. At the time, I was a 15-year-old member of a local gang known as the Bungalow Braves. Several of us “Braves” heard that King was going to be down at Mason Temple that night for a rally speech.
We knew that whenever Dr. King came into town, the place would be standing room only, because he made good copy for the media and he was the closest thing to Jesus any of us knew! So, I slipped out of the back window of my house and, along with some of the Braves, went to the rally.
We were not there for positive purposes. We knew that many of the ladies attending would place their purses in the trunks of their cars for safety. We had a well-oiled theft process, and we were going to steal the money and leave the other contents, since we were “honorable” thieves.
While there, it began to rain torrentially, and the wind blew so hard it was straight-lining. This drove us into the narthex of the church. I remember women stomping their heels on the wooden floor to the songs. I remember the speakers who tried to calm the crowd, to no avail.
King had decided to skip this rally, but the demand for his presence was so intense that he eventually came. I recall how diminutive he looked as he entered to cheers and shouts of “Doc!” and “King!” He spoke extemporaneously, with allusions to Ovid, Shakespeare, William Cullen Bryant, the Bible, the Constitution. We now know this as the Mountaintop Speech.
Dr. King’s words shook me out of my intellectual slumber and challenged me to come to terms with my own identity. I experienced my own personal resurrection moment. I was never the same after that night.
I remember saying to myself that I did not want to be encapsulated in mediocrity any longer. I left the gang. I listened to my guidance counselors about going to college. Over the next decade or so, I earned a PhD, served as a lieutenant in the US Navy, and became an ordained minister and served churches in five Protestant denominations in the pastoral office. Today, I work as a college professor.