In the years since his murder, we have transformed King into a kind of innocuous black Santa Claus.

In the years since his murder, we have transformed King into a kind of innocuous black Santa Claus.

If there is to be reconciliation, first there must be truth.

We are runaway slaves from our own past, and only by turning to face the hounds can we find our freedom beyond them.

In a fallen world marked by human depravity and deep-seated sin, in a world where Hitler and Stalin had recruited millions of followers to commit mass murder, love must harness power and seek justice in order to have moral meaning. Love without power remained impotent, and power without love was bankrupt.

Unjust social orders do not fall merely by appeals to the consciences of the oppressor, though such appeals may be an important element; history teaches us that they fall because a large enough number of people organize a movement powerful enough to push them down. Rarely do such revolutions emerge in a neat and morally pristine process.

It baffles me that people think that obliterating the past will save them from its consequences, as if throwing away the empty cake plate would help you lose weight.