You know, several years ago, I was in New York City autographing the first book that I had written. And while sitting there autographing books, a demented black woman came up. The only question I heard from her was, “Are you Martin Luther King?” And I was looking down writing, and I said, “Yes.” And the next minute I felt something beating on my chest. Before I knew it I had been stabbed by this demented woman. I was rushed to Harlem Hospital. It was a dark Saturday afternoon. And that blade had gone through, and the X-rays revealed that the tip of the blade was on the edge of my aorta, the main artery. And once that’s punctured, your drowned in your own blood — that’s the end of you.
It came out in the New York Times the next morning, that if I had merely sneezed, I would have died. Well, about four days later, they allowed me, after the operation, after my chest had been opened, and the blade had been taken out, to move around in the wheel chair in the hospital. They allowed me to read some of the mail that came in, and from all over the states and the world, kind letters came in. I read a few, but one of them I will never forget. I had received one from the President and the Vice-President. I’ve forgotten what those telegrams said. I’d received a visit and a letter from the Governor of New York, but I’ve forgotten what that letter said. But there was another letter that came from a little girl, a young girl who was a student at the White Plains High School. And I looked at that letter, and I’ll never forget it. It said simply,
Dear Dr. King,
I am a ninth-grade student at the White Plains High School.
While it should not matter, I would like to mention that I’m a white girl. I read in the paper of your misfortune, and of your suffering. And I read that if you had sneezed, you would have died. And I’m simply writing you to say that I’m so happy that you didn’t sneeze.
And I want to say tonight — I want to say tonight that I too am happy that I didn’t sneeze. Because if I had sneezed, I wouldn’t have been around here in 1960, when students all over the South started sitting-in at lunch counters. And I knew that as they were sitting in, they were really standing up for the best in the American dream, and taking the whole nation back to those great wells of democracy which were dug deep by the Founding Fathers in the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution.
If I had sneezed, I wouldn’t have been around here in 1961, when we decided to take a ride for freedom and ended segregation in inter-state travel.
If I had sneezed, I wouldn’t have been around here in 1962, when Negroes in Albany, Georgia, decided to straighten their backs up. And whenever men and women straighten their backs up, they are going somewhere, because a man can’t ride your back unless it is bent.
If I had sneezed — If I had sneezed I wouldn’t have been here in 1963, when the black people of Birmingham, Alabama, aroused the conscience of this nation, and brought into being the Civil Rights Bill.
If I had sneezed, I wouldn’t have had a chance later that year, in August, to try to tell America about a dream that I had had.
If I had sneezed, I wouldn’t have been down in Selma, Alabama, to see the great Movement there.
If I had sneezed, I wouldn’t have been in Memphis to see a community rally around those brothers and sisters who are suffering.
I’m so happy that I didn’t sneeze.
And they were telling me –. Now, it doesn’t matter, now. It really doesn’t matter what happens now. I left Atlanta this morning, and as we got started on the plane, there were six of us. The pilot said over the public address system, “We are sorry for the delay, but we have Dr. Martin Luther King on the plane. And to be sure that all of the bags were checked, and to be sure that nothing would be wrong with on the plane, we had to check out everything carefully. And we’ve had the plane protected and guarded all night.”
And then I got into Memphis. And some began to say the threats, or talk about the threats that were out. What would happen to me from some of our sick white brothers?
Well, I don’t know what will happen now. We’ve got some difficult days ahead. But it really doesn’t matter with me now, because I’ve been to the mountaintop.
And I don’t mind.
Like anybody, I would like to live a long life. Longevity has its place. But I’m not concerned about that now. I just want to do God’s will. And He’s allowed me to go up to the mountain. And I’ve looked over. And I’ve seen the Promised Land. I may not get there with you. But I want you to know tonight, that we, as a people, will get to the promised land!
And so I’m happy, tonight.
I’m not worried about anything.
I’m not fearing any man!
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord!!
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I heard this on NPR this morning.
I didn’t hear the speech 40 years ago, but I do remember the next day, and how incredibly sad it felt. And how it was followed a few months later with RFK’s death.
I was young teenager, and the loss of hope was like a deflating balloon. I think about that when I think about Obama’s candidacy and the hope it has brought ot people, young people especially. I don’t that hope to be deflated.
Thanks for posting this.
I wish I had been around for this. I mean, I guess I was born but I was more interested in raisins than in what I now consider to be the greatest person in American history. And I’m glad he didn’t sneeze.
Tavis Smiley has been interviewing many that were there that fateful day. I miss MLK and wish he was here today to know that his dream is being fulfilled. He would so be behind Senator Obama!
I love living in DC and much of that is being around Afican Americans, whose spirt I adore.
As far as I can recall, that’s the first time I’ve ever seen the text of his speech that night. I just don’t remember ever knowing that those were the words he spoke on that fateful evening.
My, my.
RM, thanks for posting this today. I’ve been thinking a lot about buts of this speech that float in my head earlier..then worship in Chapel today at Crusty Ol Theo Sem was pretty intense - dramatic reading/interp of sections of Grapes of Wrath and Revelation, singing Bob Marley’s Lion of Judah (voices and drum - R Proctor!)…followed by the Lord’s Supper framed as an act of resistance…preceded by my son’s first letter from basic trainig talking about how odd it was to bring an M16 to chapel the Sunday after Easter and getting an email from a young friend/2Lt platoon leader in Iraq complete with photos yesterday. Now these printed words. It’s a bit much to concentrate on more mundane matters today like writing an Emmaus text sermon for Sunday when I want to just sit and reflect and pray and weep and hope.
thank you for sharing this today.
Thanks…I have a wonderful book of great American speeches and this speech is one of those I go back to every so often…to remember the man, to remember how to speak in public, to remember be thankful, to remember.
Somehow I want to be like him when I grow up. I wonder what that’s going to look like…