Morally sensitive efforts to wrestle with American
history inevitably lead to being confronted with the fact that the United States,
like every nation, has consistently perpetuated injustice. It tempers one’s
enthusiasm for one’s country. The legacy of Martin Luther King Jr. came up in
class the other day and it reminded me what had struck me about a local MLK day
celebration I had attended last month. I was reminded of the ironic fact that
MLK embraced America. If there was ever an individual who had reason to be cynical
about the ideals of liberty and justice for which the United States says it
stands, it was him. Yet for King, these ideals still held meaning; these ideals
transcended America’s moral failings. I realized that its not so much that
American ideals of justice don’t exist, but rather I have been distracted by
visions of justice that revolve around stubborn individualism and 2nd
amendment rights, the persistent reality of systemic inequality, angry culture
wars, or dishonest appeals to history. In a context in which differing visions
of America’s moral fiber seem to exist in competition with one another, King
represented a more transcendent, genuinely authentic version of American justice.
And seeing things in a fresh way has restored a measure of my own optimism about
American ideals, as long as its MLK’s vision of those ideals.
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