As I have walked among the desperate, rejected, and angry young men, I have told them that Molotov cocktails and rifles would not solve their problems. I have tried to offer them my deepest compassion while maintaining my conviction that social change comes most meaningfully through nonviolent action.
But they ask — and rightly so — what about Vietnam? They ask if our own nation wasn’t using massive doses of violence to solve its problems, to bring about the changes it wanted.
Their questions hit home, and I knew that I could never again raise my voice against the violence of the oppressed in the ghettos without having first spoken clearly to the greatest purveyor of violence in the world today — my own government. For the sake of those boys, for the sake of this government, for the sake of the hundreds of thousands trembling under our violence, I cannot be silent.
Martin Luther King, Jr. (via socialuprooting)
A passage from one of his greatest speeches, delivered at the Riverside Church in Harlem in 1967, exactly one year before he was killed. This is the Dr. King white folks want buried and forgotten, the Dr. King who did not condemn violent resistance, in fact siding with those who throw Molotov cocktails. All they want to remember is one speech in 1963 and nothing beyond that.