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In Honor of the Observance...though his actual birthday was 1/15/29
01:38 Jan 22 2008
Times Read: 555




I knew that I could never again raise my voice against the violence of the oppressed in the ghettos without having first spoken clearly to the greatest purveyor of violence in the world today, my own government. For the sake of those boys, for the sake of this government, for the sake of the hundreds of thousands trembling under our violence, I cannot be silent

~Rev Martin Luther King, Jr



I have never shied away from the fact that I am not on the MLKisthecivilrightsmovement bandwagon. Some have taken this to mean that I do not respect the man or his legacy. Not true.





Rev. King's legacy is not that of the white-washed, dream-having shuffler that (White) America has painted him over the course of the last 40 years. And, especially over the late years of his life, his views differed greatly from the moderate, eager-to-please image that has been spoonfed to us. He was pro-union, anti-Vietnam and very vocal. Why was he in Memphis that April? Not for a 'civil rights' event, but an on-going strike of the city's sanitary workers.



He was a man. But one who offered himself to the public, for better and worse. Ultimately he gave his life working to better this world for me and my children. Not only do I respect him for this, I thank him.





I know a man—and I just want to talk about him a minute, and maybe you will discover who I'm talking about as I go down the way because he was a great one. And he just went about serving. He was born in an obscure village, the child of a poor peasant woman. And then he grew up in still another obscure village, where he worked as a carpenter until he was thirty years old. Then for three years, he just got on his feet, and he was an itinerant preacher. And he went about doing some things. He didn't have much. He never wrote a book. He never held an office. He never had a family. He never owned a house. He never went to college. He never visited a big city. He never went two hundred miles from where he was born. He did none of the usual things that the world would associate with greatness. He had no credentials but himself.



He was only thirty-three when the tide of public opinion turned against him. They called him a rabble-rouser. They called him a troublemaker. They said he was an agitator. He practiced civil disobedience; he broke injunctions. And so he was turned over to his enemies and went through the mockery of a trial. And the irony of it all is that his friends turned him over to them. One of his closest friends denied him. Another of his friends turned him over to his enemies. And while he was dying, the people who killed him gambled for his clothing, the only possession that he had in the world. When he was dead he was buried in a borrowed tomb, through the pity of a friend.



Nineteen centuries have come and gone and today he stands as the most influential figure that ever entered human history. All of the armies that ever marched, all the navies that ever sailed, all the parliaments that ever sat, and all the kings that ever reigned put together have not affected the life of man on this earth as much as that one solitary life. His name may be a familiar one. But today I can hear them talking about him. Every now and then somebody says, "He's King of Kings." And again I can hear somebody saying, "He's Lord of Lords." Somewhere else I can hear somebody saying, "In Christ there is no East nor West." And then they go on and talk about, "In Him there's no North and South, but one great Fellowship of Love throughout the whole wide world." He didn't have anything. He just went around serving and doing good.



This morning, you can be on his right hand and his left hand if you serve. It's the only way in.



Every now and then I guess we all think realistically about that day when we will be victimized with what is life's final common denominator—that something that we call death. We all think about it. And every now and then I think about my own death and I think about my own funeral. And I don't think of it in a morbid sense. And every now and then I ask myself, "What is it that I would want said?" And I leave the word to you this morning.



If any of you are around when I have to meet my day, I don’t want a long funeral. And if you get somebody to deliver the eulogy, tell them not to talk too long. And every now and then I wonder what I want them to say. Tell them not to mention that I have a Nobel Peace Prize—that isn’t important. Tell them not to mention that I have three or four hundred other awards—that’s not important. Tell them not to mention where I went to school.



I'd like somebody to mention that day that Martin Luther King, Jr., tried to give his life serving others.



I'd like for somebody to say that day that Martin Luther King, Jr., tried to love somebody.



I want you to say that day that I tried to be right on the war question.



I want you to be able to say that day that I did try to feed the hungry.



And I want you to be able to say that day that I did try in my life to clothe those who were naked.



I want you to say on that day that I did try in my life to visit those who were in prison.



I want you to say that I tried to love and serve humanity.



Yes, if you want to say that I was a drum major, say that I was a drum major for justice. Say that I was a drum major for peace. I was a drum major for righteousness. And all of the other shallow things will not matter. I won't have any money to leave behind. I won't have the fine and luxurious things of life to leave behind. But I just want to leave a committed life behind. And that's all I want to say.



If I can help somebody as I pass along,



If I can cheer somebody with a word or song,



If I can show somebody he's traveling wrong,



Then my living will not be in vain.



If I can do my duty as a Christian ought,



If I can bring salvation to a world once wrought,



If I can spread the message as the master taught,



Then my living will not be in vain.



Yes, Jesus, I want to be on your right or your left side, not for any selfish reason. I want to be on your right or your left side, not in terms of some political kingdom or ambition. But I just want to be there in love and in justice and in truth and in commitment to others, so that we can make of this old world a new world.

~Reverend Martin Luther King, Jr "Drum Major Sermon" delivered 4 February 1968 at Ebenezer Baptist Church

It's really NOT that serious.
17:37 Jan 05 2008
Times Read: 567

This is a reminder, as it seems people have forgotten. The Vampire Rave is an internet community. It doesn't pay anyone's (except maybe Cancer's) bills. The people you meet here? Most of them will never meet you in real life.



Don't get me wrong. I've met some very interesting people here. A couple that I might even be willing to meet in real life.



But this is the internet. At the end of the night, I log off (if I even logged on), kiss my real daughter...you know, the one to whom I gave birth...and go to bed.



Please, someone tell me. What is the point in starting 'e-fights' over shit that doesn't affect you in the least? If you've got a 'net-child,' and you don't want him/her interacting with other (wo)men on the rave? Well, first of all, that makes me question your true 'desires' for this 'child.' That sounds jealous...not maternal. Second, if you don't want other older people biting him/her, messaging him/her, flirting with him/her in the vamp box...maybe you should suggest s/he put his/her age (Honestly, I think it should be required for anyone under the age of 18). Don't go starting shit on an internet site with people you don't know. That's not only immature, it's fucking LAME.



This whole wanting to be 'e-cool'? Especially from people over the age of 25? That's absolutely stupid. Yes. I said it. STUPID.



Get a fucking life. Grow the fuck up. And quit trying to get validation from people who, at the end of the day, don't give a damn whether you, your spouse or your children live or die.