In Rememberence of the Real Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

NOTE: This post was inspired by two things. One, a dope article I read last year by Michael Harriot on, a website that I highly recommend. Two, the following tweet from ESPN’s Jemele Hill, someone who’s opinions and takes I hold in high regard.

Today we honor the life and work of the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Personally, I consider him to be one of the finest humans to walk God’s Green Earth because of his courage to fight against injustice and racial inequality, two notions woven ever so tightly in to the fabric of this great nation. I love how his day is celebrated with jazz concerts, re-orating his famous “I Have A Dream” speech and a nationwide day of community service. What I don’t love is how we’ve managed to pussify King’s legacy, whitewashing his accomplishments as if the man’s life wasn’t in constant danger. While you may have learned one of his speeches in school (along with that ridiculous song) did you learn that the FBI referred to him as “the most dangerous Negro of the future of this nation,” which lead to them tapping King’s phones and spying on his every move. They even sent him letters, threatening to disclose his extramarital affairs if he didn’t give up his fight for justice. Sure we exalt him for leading the Montgomery bus boycott that made racial segregation of the city buses illegal, but let’s remember that during the boycott, King’s house was firebombed and he went to jail for two weeks under some bullshit law on the books. And yes, we all know he was assassinated (albeit under the most conspiracy theory circumstances ever), but don’t forget that he called his own death, knowing he wouldn’t see the movement to fruition. You know you’re a bad man when you can see your own demise on the horizon and walk right towards the light, unafraid of the consequences.

That’s what kind of man King was; unafraid. He didn’t get the opportunity to become a gray-haired old man who spent his remaining years in a robe and slippers sitting in a rocking chair on his porch telling old war stories; so how about we quit acting like that’s how he went home to the Lord.  Also, please miss me with that fake woke nigga take about how you’re “more Malcolm than Martin.” We all know most of us wouldn’t bust a grape in a racial fruit fight and we’d be twice as frightened to march for anything knowing that we could either be beaten half to death, sprayed with a fire hose, or that a police dog could chew one of our asscheeks off.

While we're still on the subject here, yo Biloxi, Mississippi, what in the entire fuck is this?!

Put some RESPEK on King's name please! And for the love of God, quit making these damn flyers:

Dr. King wasn't spied on, jailed and murdered so that y'all can get in the club free before 12, SMH. 

Today, let's remember the real Martin Luther King. The one who came to Alabama to preach God's word and ended up leading the nonviolent movement for change. The one who used his platform to advance the cause of Black Americans and not his own. The one who, when they examined his body after his death, found his heart to be in the condition of an elderly man, even though he was only 39. The one who had a dream, that even in 2017 unfortunately, is not yet fully realized.