Letter by: Martin Luther King Jr Bibliography and, Letter from Birmingham Jail
This shows how MLK (Martin Luther King) was put in prison for protesting black rights, some say that he was an outsider.in order for him to protest he would have to know what he was protesting MLK had a PHD in Systematic Theology from Boston University.
Saying he does not have time to answer all the criticisms that crosses his desk, his secretaries would have little time to do anything in life. Try’s to negotiate a deal and make peace for once. Now he talks about being in Birmingham jail and how they claimed that his actions where unwise and untimely.” I have the honor of serving as president of the southern Christian Leadership Conference” Showing that he believes that he knows his actions where right. So apparently, he will try to get his point out as in jail which was not easy. Also talks about how his southern connection and ties that they share financial resources with them. The next part he talks about, injustice and how Jesus lead them to the right path. Then leaves of by saying “I must constant lyres]”
” The purpose of our direct-action program is to create a situation so crisis-packed that it will inevitably open the door to negotiation” He says. He will now longer no longer try to negotiate with them, they took too long. There for he talks how he didn’t have enough Time for the admin to respond. Then he talks about how they had to go through the whole process of getting civil rights
“We have waited for more than 340 years for our constitutional and God-given rights, he said. This sates that they want their god giver rights with all people have and are born with. Then he goes on to say, “Perhaps it is easy for those who have never felt the stinging dart of segregation to say, ‘Wait.’ But when you have seen vicious mobs lynch your mothers and fathers at will and drown your sisters and brothers at whim; when you have seen hate-filled policemen curse, kick and even kill your black brothers and sisters; when you see the vast majority of your twenty million Negro brothers smothering in an airtight cage of poverty in the midst of an affluent society; when you suddenly find your tongue twisted and your speech stammering as you seek to explain to your six-year-old daughter why she can’t go to the public amusement park that has just been advertised on “television”, and see tears welling up in her eyes when she is told that Fun town is closed to colored children, and see ominous clouds of inferiority beginning to form in her little mental sky, and see her beginning to distort her personality by developing an unconscious bitterness toward white people; when you have to concoct an answer for a five-year-old son who is asking: ‘Daddy, why do white people treat colored people so mean?’; when you take a cross-county drive and find it necessary to sleep night after night in the uncomfortable corners of your automobile because no motel will accept you; when you are humiliated day in and day out by nagging signs reading ‘white’ and ‘colored’; when your first name becomes nigger, your middle name becomes ‘boy’ (however old you are) and your last name becomes ‘John,’ and your wife and mother are never given the respected title ‘Mrs.’; when you are harried by day and haunted by night by the fact that you are a Negro, living constantly at tiptoe stance, never quite knowing what to expect next, and are plagued with inner fears and outer resentments; when you are forever fighting a degenerating sense of nobodies then you will understand why we find it difficult to wait. There comes a time when the cup of endurance runs over, and men are no longer willing to be plunged into the abyss of “like they never felt what is was like to be a negro in a white state.
As this essay ends, I would like to reflect on some of me on 3. It explains on how and what it feels like to be a black man. This is the end of my essay.