Posts Tagged Reverend Jeremiah Wright
Here’s the Reverend Wright speech I referred to in my last two posts.
Reverend Wright, I HAVE NEED TO BE BAPTISED OF THEE & The Reverend Jeremiah Wrightâ€¦.Jeremiads are What the Bible Says
The sound bites being used to sell air time this week were clearly taken out of context. Wright said, ‘the black religious tradition, despite its long history, is in some ways “invisible to the dominant culture.”‘
In April, a week ago, Wright addressed an audience of 10,000 at a dinner sponsored by the Detroit chapter of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People. I worked for two years, on the staff of Hubert Humphrey, with Roy Wilkins, the legendary head of the NAACP. He without question was one of a very few people who, in fact, were my fathers. I’ve heard Martin Luther King, Jr. I’ve heard Roy Wilkins. I’ve heard and worked with Whitney Young, president of the Urban League. Hubert himself was one of the great stump speakers of all time. I’ve listened to FDR and saw and heard Harry Truman give ’em hell. I’ve heard great talents in the Mormon world. Hugh B. Brown, a lonely little petunia in an onion patch, a dedicated FDR liberal Democrat and head of the state party in days gone by, was no slouch at speaking. He addressed a group of the faithful in southern Utah, mounting the only high ground, a manure pile, and began by saying, “excuse me for speaking on a Republican platform.” Quite frankly, the Reverend Jeremiah Wright equals the best and towers over any of his critics today. I was astounded at such erudition and sheer brilliance. I shouldn’t have been. Martin Marty, our most distinguished theologian and historian, from the University of Chicago, wrote strongly commending the Reverend Wright, in the New York Times, after the first firestorm. Wright is rightly named Jeremiah. He delivered truthful powerful jeremiads and all those people of power who do it for money winced. Some things never change.
Might it be, fellow countrymen, thay you erred? I pray you, reconsider. Did you really like Martin Luther King, Jr., while he was alive? Or when he was safely dead? Like we do with Francis Assisi, when he’s not bothering the rich, while he lived, but is now safely in his birdbath?
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