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Martin Luther King, Jr. Day, Inclusion and Achieving the Dream
Lyndon Johnson signing the Civil Rights Act - MLK behind him
Today is Martin Luther King, Jr. Day. For those of you outside the United States, it doesn’t seem to sound like much, just another federal holiday marking the birthday of some other “famous personage.” Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. (it always sounds odd to my ear to have both titles in there) was a minister and a leader in the Civil Rights Movement. He is mostly remembered for his civil disobedience and use of nonviolent protest to end racial discrimination in America; an end to segregation. What I always like to consider is that his vision was much much broader – he also was a proponent of efforts to end poverty and was staunchly against the Vietnam war. There is so much more to his story – he visited India, specifically Gandhi’s birthplace and it had a profound impact on his belief in nonviolent action as a way of demanding change; one of his closest advisers was a gay man and there is a direct line from his activities to those of the disability movement. According to Arlene Mayerson from the Disability Rights Education & Defense Fund, Inc. (DREDF)
“Like the African Americans who sat in at segregated lunch counters and refused to move to the back of the bus, people with disabilities sat in federal buildings, obstructed the movement of inaccessible buses, and marched through the streets to protest injustice. And like the civil rights movements before it, the disability rights movement sought justice in the courts and in the halls of Congress.”
Today is a day to think about who we are and who we want to be. As individuals and as a country. Inclusion, not exclusion. I have to admit, I fall into the trap as easy as other people. It is so much simpler to join against something than it is to join FOR something. Across the internet, I’m sure today, I’ll hear snippets of King’s famous “I Have a Dream” speech from the rally at the Lincoln Memorial. And it is amazing and electrifying, even years later. It gives me goosebumps as much as “Four score and seven years ago…” and “Today is a day that will live in infamy…” But on that amazing, electrifying day, women were nowhere to be seen on the program; not one was on the program to speak.
This isn’t meant to be an indictment of King or any other luminaries, but as this is a day of remembrance, and of service and of thoughtful reflection on injustice and discrimination, it is a good time to remember our own blind spots and perhaps rededicate ourselves to greater awareness. Men, women, white, black, able-bodies, gay, straight, poor, rich, conservative, liberal…does it matter? Should it? We can’t help but categorize. We can’t stop that automatic labeling but we can be more aware of it and we can be willing to push our own personal thinking. It is only by recognizing the inherent value and humanity in each person that we truly can achieve the dream alluded to by Martin Luther King.
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. 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. And 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.
The Lost City of Matildaville
One of the things Renee and I like to do occasionally is have an “adventure.” Usually it involves trying something new or visiting an area where we haven’t been, so nothing too wild and crazy. (Sorry to disappoint all you thrill-seekers). One of the places we discovered recently that really ended up being a great history lesson and a fun casual day-trip was Matildaville, Virginia.
What? You say you’ve never heard of Matildaville? That would be because it doesn’t exist anymore. This “lost town” actually has a really interesting story attached to it. It all starts in 1785 with the creation of the Patowmack Company by a gentleman named George Washington. You may have heard of him.
Anyway, if you look at the date, the United States of America is still a VERY young country, only recently independent and not yet embroiled in the War of 1812. There are 13 colonies but people are pushing ever westward and George Washington worried about the tenuous connection between the more “civilized” eastern states and the western frontier, fearing a break of the union between states. (As we all know, that happened much later and along north-south lines, rather than east-west.) George Washington’s idea was to connect the east coast to the Ohio River Valley through a waterway – the Potomac. His vision was to “bind those people to us by a chain which never can be broken.” Pretty clever, yes?
However, as great an idea as that is in theory, there were a few technical difficulties with the creation of a Potomac river east-west waterway. One of the amazing sights we saw and what would become one of the biggest obstacles for Washington is Great Falls where in just one mile, the river drops 80 feet. The only way to get barges up and down the river was to bypass the waterfalls completely by building a canal with several locks to raise and lower the boats, like a giant staircase. That’d be difficult enough to do today, now consider cutting into rock and earth and building a stone-walled canal in 1785!
Information from the local historical society and the Park Service gave us some more details – Matildaville came into being really as a result of the construction of the canal – a “construction town” built around the laborers and travellers. 
The town was named Matildaville for the wife of one of the founders, Harry Lee (who for you history buffs was the father of Robert E. Lee). Matildaville grew to include markets, gristmill, sawmill, foundry, inn, ice house, workers’ barracks, boarding houses, and small homes.
But the canal was never really profitable. Actually it was a downright failure. Construction costs had been high, and the Potomac route wasn’t useable much of the year because of water levels. The company went bankrupt and the canal was abandoned in 1830. Matildaville followed soon after. Over time the woods reclaimed the town. Now it is part of Great Falls Park and the Patowmack Canal has been declared a National Historic Landmark.
You can find out more about Matildaville and its fascinating history here:
- Formation and Development of the Town of Matildaville, Virginia by Debbie Robison
- Great Falls Historical Society, Virginia
I hope to post more of our photos from the day soon!
Halloween Photos 2011
I couldn’t resist this year and so Veni is the Headless Horseman’s valiant and noble…er, dog? Hmm, okay, maybe she doesn’t look quite happy at her equine role. However, I give you Veni, the Steed!
And for those of you looking for a picture of yours truly, below are a couple of shots from the Victorian Day of the Dead Picnic in Rock Creek Cemetery. One is a group shot and the other is a time lapse photo showing our “ghost.” Very cool. We had fun dressing up, met some awesome folks and had a tasty picnic lunch/dinner. Overall, a great and spooky way to spend Halloween!
Group photo by Thomas Izaguirre
Ghost Photo by Christian Meade
The New Year and Dred Scott
Happy New Year! (Or it was when I began thinking about this post…even if I did finish it just today)
Like the rest of the world, I too tend to “wake up” at the first of the year and try to go from 0 to 60 at the chime of midnight.
Like the rest of the world I’ll spend the next few weeks diligently trying to loose weight, learn a language, write a book, travel, blog more, enjoy family and jump out of an airplane – all at the same time. Ok, maybe not jump out of a plane.
But why do we do it? Begin every year with a, sometimes overwhelming, list?
I was wondering that this week as I blatantly avoided my gym due to it being packed to the gills with new-year’s-resolutioners. And yes, I’m aware that I too can be given that appellation – I am not a regular at my gym, no matter how much I may wish it otherwise.
I think it really may come down to nomenclature. New Year. In my head it is all about starting fresh. A new year, a new me. Tabula Rasa. The old me, the one who didn’t quite get things right, who gained 20lbs, who didn’t travel or read enough is gone. Now I can be a new me, a better me and the resolutions are just reminders of what the new me should look like.
What is interesting is that I had a discussion with a colleague whose take was fundamentally different. She saw the new year as an opportunity to learn from past mistakes. That each year builds on itself. While we talked about this it reminded me of a philosophical argument from years ago about how we look at laws and makes a very interesting parallel.
What I’m talking about is the infamous Dred Scott court decision (Dred Scott v. Sandford). What happened was that Dred Scott, a Virginia man born into slavery who sued for his freedom. While owned by a military officer, Scott travelled through and resided in Illinois and Wisconsin, both free states. He appealed to the court system that as he had been in those free territories, then he should, by rights, be free. The judge ruled “no” and Dred Scott was sent back to his master as property. A few years later, the 14th Amendment passed and courts began ruling the other way.
So here’s the question (and how it relates to my musing) was the Dred Scott decision wrong and the later courts got it right? Meaning, as my colleague promotes – are we are always moving ahead, learning, and therefore getting closer to some unforeseeable objective “better?” Or, is it like my view of the New Year – the “better” not really objective at all, but merely a reflection of our times and/or a reaction to where we are individually in our lives? As in, the Dred Scott decision was a reflection of our times and when times changed so did the court rulings. And, God-forbid, if slavery ever returned (and some would state variants still exist) that we would again decisions like the Dred Scott case.
When put in context of the legal case, my knee-jerk response is to lean towards philosophical optimism and agree with my colleague – we are in a state of constant improvement. And yet, I am loathe to let go of the artifice of starting fresh every January 1.
So…thinking about this, where do you find yourself in this new year?