Today we remember a man who spent over a decade of his life fighting and eventually dying for the Civil Rights Movement. Today people are still fighting, still dying -- not just for the color of skin but for their religious beliefs, sexual orientation, who they marry -- the list is endless! How Long, Not Long was the speech Dr. King gave to men and women after their successful trek from the streets of Selma to the capital, Montgomery, Alabama.
While this speech still rings true for the racial divide, today it rings true to many and all prejudices. Instead of one day a year these eloquent words should ring true all day and every day. People like Dr. King should be remembered all day and every day.
We still have a lot of work to do. Read the climactic closing to How Long, Not Long below. It's my favorite.
I know you are asking today, "How long will it take?" Somebody’s asking, "How long will prejudice blind the visions of men, darken their understanding, and drive bright-eyed wisdom from her sacred throne?" Somebody’s asking, "When will wounded justice, lying prostrate on the streets of Selma and Birmingham and communities all over the South, be lifted from this dust of shame to reign supreme among the children of men?" Somebody’s asking, "When will the radiant star of hope be plunged against the nocturnal bosom of this lonely night, plucked from weary souls with chains of fear and the manacles of death? How long will justice be crucified, and truth bear it?"
I come to say to you this afternoon, however difficult the moment, however frustrating the hour, it will not be long, because "truth crushed to earth will rise again."
How long? Not long, because "no lie can live forever."
How long? Not long, because "you shall reap what you sow."
How long? Not long:
Truth forever on the scaffold,
Wrong forever on the throne,
Yet that scaffold sways the future,
And, behind the dim unknown,
Standeth God within the shadow,
Keeping watch above his own.
How long? Not long, because the arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends toward justice.
How long? Not long, because:
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He has loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword;
His truth is marching on.
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat.
O, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! Be jubilant my feet!
Our God is marching on.
His truth is marching on.