Monday, June 06, 2005

Robert F. Kennedy Died 37 Years Ago Today

Robert F. Kennedy has always been one of my heroes. Here was a man who really did change--yes, he was counsel to the House Unamerican Activities Committee, yes, he was instrumental in the Bay of Pigs. But in October of 1962, he convinced his brother of a way to avoid nuclear annihilation, despite advice to the contrary.

He changed after his brother died, he became more human after the deep sorrow he felt and the depression he sank into. He felt he had to give himself a purpose--he visited Appalachia to learn more, to feel more, about the poor. He ran for president, yes, on an antiwar platform, but also on a pro-people one as well; he worked with Cesar Chavez and the National Farm Workers Association.

I have read a lot about him and seen a fair number of films about him. What has always stricken me the most is film of his funeral train. As it went through town, the tracks would be lined with poor whites and poor blacks, united in love for a man.

RFK realized that race was a problem in this country, but he was the last to really feel, in his bones, that it really was about class.

Below is a speech he gave on the night Martin Luther king was killed (RFK was campaigning in Indiana):

April 4, 1968, Indianapolis, Indiana

I have bad news for you, for all of our fellow citizens, and people who love peace all over the world, and that is that Martin Luther King was shot and killed tonight.

Martin Luther King dedicated his life to love and to justice for his fellow human beings, and he died because of that effort.

In this difficult day, in this difficult time for the United States, it is perhaps well to ask what kind of a nation we are and what direction we want to move in. For those of you who are black -- considering the evidence their evidently is that there were white people who were responsible -- you can be filled with bitterness, with hatred, and a desire for revenge. We can move in that direction as a country, in great polarization -- black people amongst black, white people amongst white, filled with hatred toward one another.

Or we can make an effort, as Martin Luther King did, to understand and to comprehend, and to replace that violence, that stain of bloodshed that has spread across our land, with an effort to understand with compassion and love.

For those of you who are black and are tempted to be filled with hatred and distrust at the injustice of such an act, against all white people, I can only say that I feel in my own heart the same kind of feeling. I had a member of my family killed, but he was killed by a white man. But we have to make an effort in the United States, we have to make an effort to understand, to go beyond these rathe difficult times.

My favorite poet was Aeschylus. He wrote: "In our sleep, pain which cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart until, in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God."

What we need in the United States is not division; what we need in the United States is not hatred; what we need in the United States is not violence or lawlessness; but love and wisdom, and compassion toward one another, and a feeling of justice toward those who still suffer within our country, whether they be white or they be black.

So I shall ask you tonight to return home, to say a prayer for the family of Martin Luther King, that's true, but more importantly to say a prayer for our own country, which all of us love -- a prayer for understanding and that compassion of which I spoke.

We can do well in this country. We will have difficult times; we've had difficult times in the past; we will have difficult times in the future. It is not the end of violence; it is not the end of lawlessness; it is not the end of disorder.

But the vast majority of white people and the vast majority of black people in this country want to live together, want to improve the quality of our life, and want justice for all human beings who abide in our land.

Let us dedicate to ourselves to what the Greeks wrote so many years ago: to tame the savageness of man and make gentle the life of this world.

Let us dedicate ourselves to that, and say a prayer for our country and for our people.

1 Comments:

At 1:10 AM, Blogger Maines said...

I was on a school field trip the day RFK died--he'd been shot the night before, in California, after I'd gone to bed; my mother, stunned and shaken, woke me when she heard the news in the morning. During our field trip, every so often our teacher would ask for quiet and turn up her transistor radio as loud as it would go for the update on RFK's condition. I remember wishing for him to have a miraculous recovery, fly to Chicago, and be at the nature center we were visiting when we arrived.

We heard the news of his death on the bus ride back. It was a quiet ride.

When King was killed, my school was closed abruptly and we were sent home. The high school had erupted in rioting at the news, and the fear was that the violence would make its way the mile or so to our tenuously but peacefully integrated grade school.

In retrospect, I am mildly amazed at our awareness at that young age (I would have been 8) of who these people were and what they stood for. And I remained amazed at how touched we all were by both their deaths.

 

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