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In November, the bishops of the United States voted in favor of supporting the cause for canonization of Sr. Thea Bowman, a religious member of the Franciscan Sisters of Perpetual Adoration based in La Crosse, Wisconsin.
You can read about Sr. Thea’s amazing life here.
Here we share with you excerpts from a reflection that she wrote in 1978, on the 10th anniversary of the assassination of Martin Luther King, Jr.
The reflection was published in the La Crosse Times. [Ed. note: The reflection uses words to describe certain groups of people that are no longer acceptable, but which were common at the time.]
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April 4, 1978. I said to my friend, “That’s the 10th anniversary of the death of Martin Luther King. All blacks on campus will wear black,“ I said.
“I’ll wear black too,” [my friend said.]
“You will?”
“Of course. Why not? I’m wearing green today, and I’m more American than Irish. I’m only three-fourths Irish, and I’m born American. Martin Luther King means more to me than St. Patrick. Martin Luther King doesn’t just belong to black people. He belongs to America, and I can wear black to mourn his passing if I want to.”
“All right. All right. No offense.”
It made me think.
My Irish friend (three-fourths, that is) saw King’s dream not as a dream for one race or people but as one man’s interpretation of a Constitutional imperative, as one man’s ringing enunciation of the American dream.
It made me remember. Black and white together marching in Montgomery, Selma, Washington, and Jackson. People, black, white, red, brown, yellow, working together.
Protest demonstrations, court trials, boycotts, sit-ins, freedom rides, men and women jailed and killed, Senate debates, exposure by the media, voter registration, new legislation, human rights, constitutional rights, treaty rights, people hearing each other. “God is on our side. We shall overcome.” Black, brown, yellow, white, red, together struggling, fighting, even dying for freedom.
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Oh God, Oh God! Oh God! Ten years later the dream is … I cannot say that it is shattered. I cannot say that it is dead. But I see it fade. I see it recede. “Let freedom ring,” said Martin. “Let freedom ring from …” Still ten years later, many in our America are not free.
Blacks, reds, browns, yellows, poor whites, grays, gays, groupies, gangs; the young, the retarded, the handicapped, the unemployed and the unemployable.
The alienated and dispossessed, refugees who take jobs that could be filled by Americans, children who get in the way; the retarded, the slow, the sick, the unwanted; the Irish (if you don’t like them). Italians (if you don’t understand them).
Those who because they do not think like we do, work like we do, pray like we do, live where we do, love like we do are cramped, confined, discredited, shut out, hemmed in, rejected or ignored, the millions who because they are somehow different are denied (in ways both large and small) the basic right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness which our Constitution seems to guarantee. “Now,” said Martin, “now is the time to make real the promise of democracy … Now is the time to make justice a reality for all God’s children.” I have a dream. We have a dream of an America where all the boys and girls and men and women and their countless generations can be free.
On April 4, 1968, Martin Luther King was assassinated. If you hear me, wear black on April 4.
Why? It will remind you and me that the dream has not yet become reality, that we have work to do. It will signify a recommitment under God to freedom and justice for all.
It will signify a willingness to work, to struggle, even to suffer to hasten that day when all God’s children red, brown, black, white, and yellow, no longer despised or rejected, dispossessed or set apart, may become: One nation, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.
This ran under the headline “Dream Is Fading But Isn’t Dead” in the La Crosse Times Review, in April of 1978.
It is republished in Thea’s Song: The Life of Thea Bowman.
