"Loving Your Enemies" from Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

I wanted to share some excerpts from one of the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King’s speeches, which can be found in their entirety on the internet at http://www.mlkonline.net/speeches.htmlk, among other places.

Excerpts from “Loving Your Enemies:”

There’s another reason why you should love your enemies, and that is because hate distorts the personality of the hater. We usually think of what hate does for the individual hated or the individuals hated or the groups hated. But it is even more tragic, it is even more ruinous and injurious to the individual who hates. You just begin hating somebody, and you will begin to do irrational things. You can’t see straight when you hate. You can’t walk straight when you hate. You can’t stand upright. Your vision is distorted. There is nothing more tragic than to see an individual whose heart is filled with hate. He comes to the point that he becomes a pathological case. For the person who hates, you can stand up and see a person and that person can be beautiful, and you will call them ugly. For the person who hates, the beautiful becomes ugly and the ugly becomes beautiful. For the person who hates, the good becomes bad and the bad becomes good. For the person who hates, the true becomes false and the false becomes true. That’s what hate does. You can’t see right. The symbol of objectivity is lost. Hate destroys the very structure of the personality of the hater.

...long before modern psychology came into being, the world’s greatest psychologist who walked around the hills of Galilee told us to love. He looked at men and said: "Love your enemies; don’t hate anybody." It’s not enough for us to hate your friends because—to to love your friends—because when you start hating anybody, it destroys the very center of your creative response to life and the universe; so love everybody. Hate at any point is a cancer that gnaws away at the very vital center of your life and your existence. It is like eroding acid that eats away the best and the objective center of your life. So Jesus says love, because hate destroys the hater as well as the hated.

Now there is a final reason I think that Jesus says, "Love your enemies." It is this: that love has within it a redemptive power. And there is a power there that eventually transforms individuals. That’s why Jesus says, "Love your enemies." Because if you hate your enemies, you have no way to redeem and to transform your enemies. But if you love your enemies, you will discover that at the very root of love is the power of redemption. You just keep loving people and keep loving them, even though they’re mistreating you. Here’s the person who is a neighbor, and this person is doing something wrong to you and all of that. Just keep being friendly to that person. Keep loving them. Don’t do anything to embarrass them. Just keep loving them, and they can’t stand it too long. Oh, they react in many ways in the beginning. They react with bitterness because they’re mad because you love them like that. They react with guilt feelings, and sometimes they’ll hate you a little more at that transition period, but just keep loving them. And by the power of your love they will break down under the load. That’s love, you see. It is redemptive, and this is why Jesus says love. There’s something about love that builds up and is creative. There is something about hate that tears down and is destructive. So love your enemies.

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Remembering Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

Okay, so I’m a little late sometimes….

Yes, Monday was the day that Congress selected to celebrate Martin Luther King Jr.’s Birthday. I remarked somewhere during the day to a friend of mine that I always used to take part in a memorial march on this day. It was almost a throw-away comment, because we were in the middle of preparing for the gifting of donated library materials to go to various centers in the community. My comment, if heard, I don’t really think was noted.

Perhaps we’ve grown past the day of marches…maybe they are part of the history to which the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. now belongs…a history that I am also a part of for having been there and participated…

My “wonder years,” as they have been described by a popular bread commercial of the 60’s and 70’s, included the assassinations of a U.S. President, a Spiritual and Civil Rights Leader, and a former U.S. Attorney General and Presidential Candidate; the birth of the Civil Rights Movement and the Vietnam War conflict that ripped our nation apart, as if it needed any further help in that department. Marches and Sit-ins were the modus operandi of the day for standing up and speaking out and demonstrating solidarity. Today we have blogs and YouTube and other forms of electronic audio-visual communications to reach the global audience with our causes and concerns. Back then, we had megaphones, and placards painted with our messages of defiance and hope. We sang songs and chanted slogans in unison. Yes, when Ms. Rosa Parks refused to move to the back of the bus, it ushered in a whole new era – for all of us.

I was in junior high school when John Kennedy, our nation’s President, was shot. I remember being dismissed from school early after listening intently to the radio broadcast over the school’s public-address system from my math class room. When I got out to where our parents’ cars were already waiting, I remember getting in and the ominous ride home with my mother. I remember the fear I felt inside that we were without a leader and how vulnerable that might make us as a country. I asked her if the Communists were going to take over the country. “I don’t know,” she answered very quietly. “We have to get home.”

John Kennedy’s assassination stopped the world for 4 days, at least in the Detroit suburb of Oak Park, where I lived. The nation stayed glued to the TV, hanging on every update that Walter Cronkite, Chet Huntley and David Brinkley could bring of the initially sketchy details through the capture and then assassination of suspect Lee Harvey Oswald by Jack Ruby, the President’s body lying in state in the Capital, and the seemingly endless funeral procession through the streets of Washington D.C. to the burial site at Arlington National Cemetery, where a little boy, John-John, said goodbye to his Father with a military salute that captured the hearts of people around the world in the now immortalized front page photograph.

It seems when Dr. Martin Luther King was assassinated, not all of the country stopped in quite the same way. Not everyone was touched in the same way, I suppose, because there were those who celebrated his death. People fed by the ignorance of hatred and bigotry claimed victory. The rest of us held our breath for the future of humanity, wondering would there ever be a time when there was true equality and peace.

These were heady questions for a young high school girl in the mid-1960’s. But they were what occupied my mind in the days following the assassination of the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King.

Dr. King had become a hero to me. Even though I was not an Afro-American, I felt a personal identity with his vision. I was captivated by his eloquence, his passion, his courage, his leadership…his determination to win equality for all people through non-violent peaceful means.

Dr. King captured the heart of this idealistic young high school girl who personalized the racial strife in her country and hungered for a way to make a difference and be heard so that Afro-American people could know that not all White Americans hated those different from themselves. He provided a sure and steady power of example in those turbulent times. And Hope. He was a messenger for Faith and Hope.

So I found myself profoundly affected by the loss of this great leader, Dr. Martin Luther King. It was a loss I had to carry deeper inside myself than that of President Kennedy, because I did not find that it was shared by all of my friends – certainly not at the depth at which I felt it.

My respect and love for this man has grown through the years. I continue to be inspired by his vision and his powerful manner of delivery. May we dedicate our lives to unity and respect for all Beings, that all Humankind – black, white, red, yellow, straight, gay, young, old -- and all life on this planet, may know health, wealth and happiness and flourish. Above all, may we all know Dignity and Respect.

-Deb

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Discovering Myself in Other Blogs

One of my "rituals" I perform when I go online for the first time each day is to "google" my name. This is a little like staring at yourself in the mirror to make sure everything is in place and looks good. In my case, I use it to assess my success in search engine optimization and standing in the search engines for my websites, blogs, and various sites where my CD Songbyrd is available for sale and as Mp3 downloads.

Today, while performing this daily exercize, I discovered that one of my posts had been added to The Third Third site, (see www.thethirdthird.com),
a blog for women in the "third third" of their lives. It's managed by a delightful woman, Ann Sentilles, who is the Editor, and I was happy to have her be receptive to posting some of my articles when I first contacted her last fall.

I went to the posting that I found in my google search,
"Deb Adler's blog -- www.debadlersblog.blogspot.com -- deals with faith, music, gender, parents, and more. Here, her thoughts on losing her mother,... "

There, I discovered some paraphrasing and re-writing from my original post. Alas, we "bloggers" become accustomed to having our words published exactly as they are written because we publish them with the click of a mouse button! We forget that in the world of publishing, editors edit.

So once I got past the shock of seeing some "re-organization" of my words, I got over it. I did, however, feel compelled to write a comment because there had been an actual addition of a statement made that was contrary to the experience I was describing.

This is in reference to my November 1, 2007 post, Nov 1st: On the Anniversary of My Mother's Death.

Here's my comment as it appears at The Third Third

I am complimented to be part of The Third Third, however as I read over this post and realize that some of it has been paraphrased and re-written from the original post, I would invite the reader to view the actual post written on November 1, 2007.

This was actually written on the anniversary of my mother's death, not her birthday, as indicated here. It's that day (the day of her death) which has gone unnoticed to me in some years, but for some reason this year was very much prominent in my mind. Hence the blog post.

Most of the poetic license that has been taken here is just a matter of re-organizing my original writing, I guess. That's what editors do. However, there is a statement made here that in the final month of my mother's life, while she was in the hospital, "We talked of everything."

Actually, we talked very little. She was weak and in and out of consciousness. The most important element of our communication during that time was in what was not said. It came with being there. It came from rubbing white gardenia lotion on her hands when she was awake so she could appreciate how nice it smelled and that it made her feel better.

"We talked of everything" is a Hollywood depiction of the end of life, as far as I am concerned. Resolution of conflict and healing of the past doesn't come through words. It comes through action. It comes in a silent presence, it comes in the "unspoken."

This was what my mother and I shared in her final days.

So if you find yourself facing the opportunity to be with a loved one in their time of passing from this life to the next, don't worry about what to say. Just be there. That will say volumes. And whatever you feel is unresolved between you will pass in the silence and be resolved.

I appreciate this exposure to an audience that I might not necessarily otherwise reach. I hope to be featured here again, and I invite you to read this original post and others at my blog, http://debadlersblog.blogspot.com/

Thanks!
Deb Adler

PEACE!

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