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MLK Day

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10:47 AM January 16, 2016

It's a shame that so many think that MLK day is a day about the story of Race in America. It's that, yes, but only partly that. It's also about the 60's. When Martin was killed it killed a lot of opportunity.

Years ago my friend moved to a part of Boston. My friend lived in the Neighborhood where Martin Luther King lived during his time in Boston. I don't know what that neighborhood was like in the 1950's when Martin lived there, but some few years ago those streets had a distinction which, easily seen, may be obvious when you go there: the way that people inhabit the park, the moods of those who ask for help. . . And obvious drug activity. People in the throws of nodding out, sometimes calling out. Entranced by the chemical effect. Sometimes, people there might be upset at anyone who happens by, lash out with venom and vitriol, and blame the world for being the world, for having to watch it through the agony of withdrawal. Bob Weir asked the question in a song: are we the victim or the crime? The activity is obvious, not prostitution but junky behavior, goes on there in that small park, and up and down the street for a few blocks around there. All about in the park, on the benches, at the corner. The police always riding by. Some of the people on the benches are in various locations of . . . mind as associated with various journeys of the conscious soul, between the nothingness of sanity and the eternity of insanity. Purposeful and without clear meaning, society leaves this problem for the future: what to do with that percentage of people who can not, and seem as if they won't ever, turn away from their favorite yum?

So, that's a real problem, on the streets of Boston, Massachusetts Avenue, south of Boylston, some might call it 'the Hospital district'. Maybe you know the name of a square that's near there. The real truth: any place that gets inhabited has part of the character of the inhabitants. So if you go to this square, on Massachusetts avenue, you will bring with you your own flavor and perhaps befriend the people, and the junkies on the street, and help them on their journey to redemption, because that is the story. Just up the street and around the corner, or behind these buildings (I'm imagining my self there on Mass Avenue) there is a school, and a church. And if you show up on a Sunday morning you will not easily find a parking space during the service of that big and loud and boisterous congregation of chanting Baptists. To them this isn't junky central unless you are jonesing for Jesus. I turn this narrative into a trite cheer-leading section for Christianity? Might as well. You can even help the Junkies, if you all, reading this, think of them in sincere prayer.

So, when in Boston you can go on a Freedom Trail quest (future freedom trail extensions?) for the habitats of the Most Reverend Martin King. It occured to me that Mr. King could be declared, with special new methodologies of our first Jesuit pope, as a Saint in the Catholic Church, because Reverend King surely is in the minds of most people anyway, and on account of the way that he died, which santifies a person. Mr. King was not just a great civil rights leader, he was an awesome Christian as well. Christians aren't expected to seek martyrdom, but if it happens in the line of doing what is right that does give a soul a lot of credibility as a saint, now, after his death, in Heaven. It was kind of rank and horrible and when the murder of Doctor and Reverend Martin Luther King happened.

Ambush journalism. Shotgun politics. MLK died and then went straight to heaven, sanctified by those horrid blasts.

Who? Why? We can wrangle over the details, try and comprehend. The conclusions, from that age? We don't hate them, they don't hate us, we are they, they are them, who are we all talking about? Let's not fight. It will be alright.

In Boston that night the mayor and James Brown did some mitigation of emotions, and people eased their grief in congregation at a concert by the King of Soul. So many towns erupted into riots. But, people, children, everyone: it doesn't have to happen like that. You don't have to meet horror with horror.

So, ya, today is MLK day. And the banks are closed. So is the town hall. And the Airbase and the Army Laboratory. And there are people out shopping, like it's a Saturday. What to do with their money?

Ambush journalism. Shotgun politics. MLK died and then went straight to heaven, sanctified by those horid blasts.

Who? Why? We can wrangle over the details, try and comprehend. The conclusions, from that age? We don't hate them, they don't hate us, we are they, they are them, who are we all talking about? Let's not fight. It will be alright.

In Boston that night the mayor and James Brown did some mitigation of emotions, and people eased their grief in congregation at a concert by the King of Soul. So many town errupted into riots. But, people, children, everyone: it doesn' thave to happen. You don't have to meet horror with horror.

So, ya, today is MLK day. And the banks are closed. So is the town hall. And the Airbase and the Army Laboratoy. And there are peple out shopping, like it's a Saturday. What to do with their money?

And if you are in the city, and where the junkies are, ex-junkies some of them, yes, their problems persist. But for some the very sad depressive addiction gets solved. Some people find a better way to proceed and overcome their addictions. Some fail at that, and the addiction overcomes them. The world weeps. In the case of politics, as obsession, and that total unholy jones for cause, it often compels the addled to act out, to lash out. It's a lust for an ideology, a jones for a cause. And that cause, even if it be tainted, becomes a compulsion. Someone morphs into a lone-wolf? A story, or not just a story? We worry. We want no one to feel that they need to be heroic. Any such behavior is always discouraged, and we ought not flirt with it.

They have a plan. They are going to act. They see some cause, some purpose. some, such as Martin, becomes a fixation, as if the world is different when that person . . . do you need to hear?

People at that point of mind are loosing themselves in the tides of History. Nothing is ever accomplished through brutal methods. It is always a destruction and a desecration to other people to believe in 'cause' so much as to do , or try to do . . . horrific criminal acts as happened to our most Reverend Martin L. King.

Today is a day to remember what happens when frustrated and impudent people try and effect change by being brutal and murdorous. Let it not happen again. Let it never happen again. Let anyone with that state of mind be popped into sudden awareness. The Junkie will be cured. You are that junkie. Your junk is cause. Some cause, whatever the cause. Make yours the better cause, that cause that we all know and some are more bold to say: Praise the Lord. Make Him your cause.

There is the idea of doing and failing to do. Some forms of not-doing are success. In the case of the junkie, the not-doing of the junk is success.

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