“And it’s NOW, right then in that moment, as you stand there that you understand the true power of Martin Luther King.”
The following is a small excerpt from a Martin Luther King Day KEYNOTE ADDRESS I gave on January 2020 that is eerily similar to our current times, circumstances and emotions. The full address can be read here on Casey’s Couch.
I was raised in a place and time that allowed me to believe in goodness, in kindness. To aspire to be great, and to step into leadership. As I was growing up, my parents held up John F Kennedy and Martin Luther King as examples of true heroes. We mourned their deaths as a family; staying home from school, gathered around the television for their funerals. I was old enough to comprehend the profound sense of loss, but too young to appreciate the pending sense of anxiety for the movement and the country. As I got older and watched the speeches and read the books, I understood the purpose, the history so much better; but honestly, never the raw, bone deep, gut wrenching emotion until I was invited to participate in the Preacher King Tour in 2018.
2018 marked the 50th anniversary of Dr King’s death. To commemorate his death and celebrate his life, Memphis planned a large ceremony with many key leaders of the civil rights movement as speakers. A local non-denominational Church in Durham, NC where I live, put together a trip to participate in the anniversary…The Preacher King Tour. A 5 day bus tour designed to follow in the footsteps of Dr King with stops in Atlanta, Birmingham, Memphis, Selma and Montgomery. It would occur during the 50th anniversary week and we would actually attend the official ceremony in Memphis. I jumped at the chance, thinking it would be super interesting and enlightening. It turned out however, to be a profoundly impactful experience that will remain with me for the balance of my life. I’d like to share a little bit of that with you today.
Over the course of the five days of the trip, we visited dozens of churches, museums, and historic sites. We heard stories about the infamous events from people who lived them; we saw and touched moments in time. We sat in the Ebenezer Baptist Church on the edge of our seat as a Church member and survivor walked us through the dreadful day that four young black girls, doing nothing more than getting dressed in their choir robes in the basement of the church, were killed in the infamous bombing attack. We walked across the Edmund Pettus Bridge, many hand in hand, sometimes singing, but mostly eerily quiet. We stood at the entrance of the Lorraine Motel room and looked out at the balcony, vividly imaging Dr King standing there, leaning against the railing, facing the very building where the eventual shot rang out and ended his life. We sat at the ceremony that both celebrated his life and mourned his death in Memphis as a crowd of thousands stood in absolute total silence while the bell tolled 39 times; slowly and dramatically commemorating each of the 39 years of his short life.
There is so much to say about what I saw and felt during those five days, but let me share just one.
The biggest moment for me in this trip was ..for the first time… feeling….actually feeling, the depth and breath of the hatred and indifference that lived side by side during this time. After five days reliving it all, it is beyond my brain, beyond my heart, to understand what I saw in those museums; what I heard from those who lived and survived it. How does one human being hate that blindly, that violently. And at the same time, How do others feel nothing; no sense of outrage or concern, but instead live their lives, blissfully ignoring it. I will share with you, that when you’re standing there in that moment, staring at all that evidence of hate and indifference, you would think that anger would take over and engulf you. But instead, there is this incredible sense of hopelessness that surrounds you. You’re confused and uncomfortable. You look around to see who’s watching you, as you watch them. In your head you’re thinking, how am I supposed to feel or act right now? And you wonder, if I feel this way, 50 years later, how was it possible that so many black Americans, having lived this daily, took to the streets to demonstrate not in violent resistance, but in peaceful, prayerful defiance.
And it’s NOW, right then in that moment, as you stand there that you understand the true power of Martin Luther King. He knew that feeling. And he used that feeling. He very intentionally used every word in his 450 speeches to get you comfortable with the uncomfortable. He told you how to feel and act in that moment by painting a vision of what comfortable looked like. It was a world where “little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers”… where “the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood”. He took normal acts…holding hands and gathering at tables…and made them normal for all of us.
I must confess, I’m finding it difficult to find the comfortable in the uncomfortableness right now. I am also asking myself, is there anything I’m doing right now, anything I’m saying, that would cause my grandchildren fifty years from now to be asking..”How could she have believed that, done that to someone?”…just like I am today.
We must all force ourselves to have an uncomfortable conversation today, and find the comfort in just listening, learning, thinking. No judgement, just comfort. Embrace the uncomfortable. Dr King would surely approve.









