(Tim) At the Lincoln Memorial on August 28, 1963, Martin Luther King preached a sermon calling our nation to repentance. That sweltering afternoon before a quarter million souls, King cast a vision of what America would be like when white racism finally bled itself to its long-deserved ugly death:
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
Many are declaring the election of Barack Obama as the fulfillment of Martin Luther King's dream. In truth, it's the very opposite.
As Martin Luther King defined racism, what we've done has been racist to the core...
We've put into office a man whose character is given over to the slaughter of little babies, then congratulated ourselves over the color of his skin.
The content of his character? That's had absolutely nothing to do with the election of Barack Obama to our presidency, and white and black Americans who care about justice and mercy are one in being sickened by the hypocrisy of it all.
If you were black, how would you like having the most bloodthirsty politician inside the Beltway represent your race? What a hollow victory, to win the battle but lose the war.
Look at the Emergent church and it's apparent the color of Obama's skin has had everything to do with his election. Emergent churchgoers are in love with their image, and it's been buffed by being advocates for a black man. All that was required was a little work hiding the content of his character--a little sleight of hand: "Barack Obama is actually pro-life--more pro-life than the Republicans, if you look carefully enough," they assure us.
I was surprised by a piece the New Yorker ran several months ago. Titled "Making It," Ryan Lizza gave his readers a pretty solid exposure to Obama's Machiavellian character, of how he used South Side politicians only as long as they were useful, then gave them the toss. Lots of quotes by African Americans with no love lost for him, at all.
Cut the charade about this day being historic. Yes, Jesse Jackson is there in Grant Park crying, and all alone. But no, I'm not moved in the slightest. Following his inauguration, I'll honor the office of president by submitting to President Barack Obama's authority. But as I submit to this wicked black oppressor, I'lll be standing next to Martin Luther King as we both wait for the day when our children and grandchildren will "live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character."
When this dream does finally come true; when we do finally allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, it will be a day when all of God's children, black and white, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, born and unborn, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:
Free at last!
Free at last!
Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!