No Longer on the Prize
There is always so much to do, so much to accomplish, and so much to
fight for. Some of us have decided that we "made it," as if this
was a race with a definite finish line. The prize we have all
lost our eyes on is dignity.
On Martin Luther King Day we celebrate the life of a man who fought so
that we could all stand proud at the table of humanity, a life that was
dedicated to righting many of the wrongs of the world. His was a
life that was empowered by a belief that we are all created equally.
Sadly today comes as a memorial to that life, and that belief.
But today shouldn't have to be a memorial for a person who has passed,
or for a belief long forgotten. Memorials are for those things
that have passed into oblivion. Today should be a celebration,
rather than a memorial, of the first steps we took as a country to
right many horrible injustices.
But it's not a celebration, it's a day we set aside but forget. I
wonder if you went out on the street today and asked 10 people, "What
day is today? What significance does today have?" you might just
get blank looks. Perhaps you might get an answer such as, "It's
Monday."
It is simply a symptom of our collective amnesia. Because it is
within our parent's lifetime that things were very different for many
of us in this country. We weren't just thought of as second-class
citizens, we were thought of as subhuman, inferior. But that was
a lie, a portrayal that made sure we didn't have dignity, or strive for
dignity.
What we should take from Martin Luther King is the idea of
dignity. He lived his life, preached his gospel, and walked his
marches, in search of dignity. He didn't want to have it handed
to him. He went out and led a nation to go out and seek it within
itself, within each and every one of us.
But that is what we have lost in the years since he was brutally
assassinated, the idea of dignity. We have replaced it with
shinny objects hanging from our necks, and pimped out rides. We
have replaced it with hateful indignities towards each other over
pernicious culture of addiction. We have replaced it with an
overwhelming desire to fill the emptiness inside us through conspicuous
consumerism. We have replaced it with angst, anger and social
fragmentation.
I feel that we have not lived up to the dream Dr. King spoke of long
ago. Today we are a more united nation, but I feel that the old
divides have been only painted over, so to speak. We have not
addressed the issue of dignity among all people in this world, because
we never seek to be our brother's keeper. We never truly walk in
each other's footsteps until it's us who suffer indignity. It's
only then that we sympathize with those who have suffered. It
would be best not to have to suffer one's own lost of dignity before
feeling sympathetic towards someone also suffering. It would be
best to not contribute to another's indignity. It would be best
to lend a helping hand and not expect anything in return but
fulfillment in one's own actions.
But we are a long ways from that kind of thinking. Today we turn
aside to let our fellow beings fall flat on their face. That is
why we have failed to pick ourselves out of the doldrums of
indignity. That is why we suffer.
In celebration of Dr. King's life let's not just watch the game on TV,
or hang out with our friends. We should take time to reflect,
truly reflect, on the life of this great man. Yet not just
reflect, but take time to think how we can be a little more like
him. As things stand now the prize has long been lost in the haze
of contempt towards one another. That is not what Dr. King lived
and stood for by any means.