{"article":{"id":5142,"heading":"Lessons of a Birthday","author":"Cayce Callaway","created":"2001-01-18 14:36:53","modified":"2005-08-15 00:31:06","last_modified":"Mon, 15 Aug 2005 07:31:06","article":"

Lessons of a Birthday



I went there to shoot photos, to cover the parade for the IMC. I had never been to a Martin Luther King celebration in LA before, I hadn't even known they existed. As I walked through the assembled participants photographing marching bands, bedecked ROTC students, beauty queens and local politicians, I realized I was not the only Caucasian in LA to have missed this parade. Out of the 10,000 or so faces lining the parade route, only about 1 percent were white.

I watched as the drill teams put the finishing touches on their routines; there was determination on their young faces. I stopped to observe children climbing on the bike of a motorcycle cop, looking at him with awe and plying him with questions about his job. I wondered if years would erode that awe and turn it into well-earned distrust, bitterness and possibly hatred. I watched as mothers held their children high in the air to see the floats and local celebs as they passed. And I thought about the man in whose honor this event was held.

Had I given any thought to Dr. King before I showed up at Crenshaw and Martin Luther King Jr. Blvd. to shoot the parade? No, I'm chagrined to say, I had not. Had I thought about the hundreds of years of struggle that has represented the African American experience in this country? No, I hadn't thought about that either. But as I walked down the street lined with people there to celebrate his birthday, I began to.

I saw elation I had not felt. I saw a shared sense of history I did not have. I saw the divide that we live with daily.

I was sorry the celebration was mostly limited to African Americans. I felt ashamed that a holiday to celebrate a man who had given his life for the pursuit of equal rights in this country had no draw for others. I heard his words ringing in my ears, \"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.\" I looked at all the children's faces along the route and I realized we were not there yet. How often would these young people be profiled by the color of their skin?

I felt complicit in this continued racism. If the celebration of the battle for equal rights in this country is not my celebration and the celebration of all Americans, then how can we ever hope to achieve it? If the struggle is only a struggle for the oppressed, how will they ever win?









<\/p>\n","contact":"cayce9@hotmail.com","link":"","address":"","phone":"","parent_id":0,"mime_type":"text\/plain","summary":"A Martin Luther King Jr. Day experience...","numcomment":2,"fileurl":"\/uploads\/2001\/01\/lessons_of.txt","filesize":"4.5 kibibytes","article_url":"\/news\/2001\/01\/5142.php"},"attachments":[],"comments":[{"id":5144,"heading":"Complicit racism","article":"The writer's insight that MLK's life is an American experience and not just a uniquely African-American experience is, I think, the most important idea here. What prevents the full \"americanization\" of the experience is the broad interalization by both black and white alike. \r\n\r\nAs a child growing up in Atlanta (the real city, not the burbs), I was often the token white kid in the King parade, and heard my classmates sing platitudes and bromides on MLK Monday before coming to school on Tuesday and hearing the same kids call each other nigger-spic-chink-honky or whatever. \r\n\r\nThe iconization of King has allowed many to treat King day (and I am guilty of this) the same way that many Christians treat easter or Jews treat the high holidays--as a singular moment of piety in an otherwise hedonistic year.\r\n\r\nI had a similar experience to the writer's in Atlanta in 1997. My clearest memory was of a man standing in front of a storefront church castigating the crowd for supporting the King parade because the King center was trying to demolish the block he worshipped in. (I later found out that the King center and King family were wrapped in all sorts of political intrigue, but that is another story.) I found myself wondering that if the institution that embodied the King legacy was callous and\/or corrupt, what hope was there for the rest of us.\r\n\r\nUnfortunately, MLK day has largely been transformed into another holiday of little significance such as labor day or memorial day. Like these two other holidays, MLK day is passionately celebrated by a few, merely treated as a day off by others. At least there aren't any sales yet--that I know of.\r\n\r\nI have no point, I suppose. All of you have a nice day.\r\n\r\n","author":"Matt Olson","parent_id":5142,"mime_type":"text\/plain","created":"2001-01-18 16:48:08","modified":"2001-01-18 17:01:00","fileurl":""},{"id":5158,"heading":"beautiful","article":"Cayce, that was beautiful. I will be there with you next year. Love, Alicia","author":"alicia dwyer","parent_id":5142,"mime_type":"text\/plain","created":"2001-01-19 06:29:03","modified":"2001-01-19 06:58:26","fileurl":""}]}