Reflections on a King - One Woman's View of Martin Luther King, Jr. Day

It's the beginning of January, 2007, and I am here,of the basics about Martin Luther King, Jr. I am sure I
comfortable, in my home in Moab, Utah. It's actually awas taught some of the in-depth facts, but
second home. I live in Aspen, CO the rest of thesomehow they had escaped me.
year, but the place in Aspen is tiny, and "charming,"I sat down at my computer and conducted a brief
while this place in Moab is grand and expansive bysearch about this man I knew little of. I learned that
comparison. It's a real house, with a two-car garage,Martin Luther King was a very well educated man (he
a great little back yard with a therapeutic hot tub,achieved a bachelor's, masters and a doctorate
and an incredible gas grill. It's on a corner lot, in andegree, and then went on to become the recipient
adorable little neighborhood.of several honorary degrees as well). Here I was, a
As our nation enters the year 2007, and the monthchild of private school (one of the best around),
of January rushes into recent history, I am attentive.raised without the prejudices that many face each
My holiday vacation is all too quickly coming to aday, and a college degree had been reduced to the
close, so I take a gander at my calendar, hoping tostatus of "long sought-after goal," that called to me
see another reprieve from the daily grind in my nearfrom the distant caverns of my soul.
future. I can't help it. It's in my nature to not wantThis man, at the age of thirty-five, became the
my little slice of paradise to come to an end. I click inyoungest recipient at the time, of the Nobel Peace
my Outlook through the weekends in January...I seemPrize. He was not a man of great means, so I am
to recall a three day weekend in here somewhere...certain the prize money of over fifty thousand dollars
isn't there a holiday? I think, as I finally come uponwould have eased the burden, if not simply helped to
the second weekend in January. Ah.... There it is! Icushion things a bit while raising his family, yet Mr.
see that I've entered that my son has a three-dayKing opted to turn his prize money over to the
weekend starting on Saturday, the thirteenth. Butfurtherance of the civil rights movement.
surely there must be a holiday involved? What is it? INot only was he well-educated, and extremely
think, as I click to the Monday. Aha! Martin Lutheraccomplished, he was a man of purpose who really
King, Jr. Day! I knew there had to be a reason! I thinklived what he believed and what he spoke about.
to myself with a smile, proud of my diligence.So, as I sit here, in my house in Moab, getting ready
The day progressed, however, and this hint ofto serve pepper steak and zucchini, I realize the irony
uneasiness persistently tugged at my consciousness.of my thoughts about Martin Luther King, Jr. as they
While going about my day, I couldn't really pinpointcompare to the reality of my existence. It would be
what it was. Perhaps, as every single white femaleeasy to pass judgment, and think Who is this white
reaches a certain age (over thirty, that is), she beginschick, with her privileged life, thinking she can now
to remember all the wonderful golden nuggets sherelate to the civil rights cause? But there is no need. I
was taught as a girl in parochial school (okay, thatam not ignorant to the fact that many of those Dr.
part is just about me). Or could it be, that as I beginKing worked hard to liberate were impoverished and
to approach the last third of my life, the part beyondbroken spirited. They knew nothing of the
my "after-thirty" years (I've always divided it thatadvantages afforded someone like me and my
way: before thirty, after thirty... and beyond...), that Isheltered, parochial school life. Yet, even though Dr.
have become more responsibly reflective? Maybe I'mKing fought in the trenches against the injustices
just more willing to allow information into my mind'stoward his fellow man, he soared with eagles as well.
database that I determine to be "important andHe respected men and women equally, whether
factual"? There was no denying it, though. This tug atwealthy or poor, well-educated or not. It would be
what lies beneath my conscious mind would not rest.more egregious for me, in my "privileged" situation,
It wasn't until I finally stopped dead in my tracksnot to write about this great man. It is far better for
while preparing a delicious pepper steak, completeme to pay homage to him, regardless of my social
with shallot gravy and grilled zucchini, that I realizedstatus, or level of Civil Rights ignorance.
what it was. I felt shame! As the gravy dripped offI am not one to ponder or spend valuable time in
the spoon, and I stared into space, I felt ashamedconsideration of the reasons behind our nation's
that I not only didn't know it was Martin Luther King,holidays, but in the case of Martin Luther King, Jr.
Jr. Day on that second weekend in January, but inDay, I am supremely aware of how much more
truth, I really knew very little about the man, and theenriched my mind and consciousness has become
reason there was a day in his honor at all. Oh sure, Ifrom doing so. I will forever honor and revere the
knew he was a great leader in the early stages ofman, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. who overcame all
our nation's Civil Rights Movement. I knew he was aodds to achieve great things on behalf of his people
beloved, revered and honored leader among bothand his race.
white and African Americans, who was senselesslyAside from our nation's continued pursuit of civil rights
and brutally assassinated. But that was all I knew.among all Americans, there is no other statement
One could excuse my ignorance, and absolve me ofthat could capture the greatness of the man,
all guilt for simply being a victim of circumstance: I amvalidating all that he stood for, than to name a
a white woman, who was born in New Mexico, (anational holiday for him. I am proud of my nation and
predominantly Hispanic, Native American andmy government for recognizing and choosing to
Caucasian state), and was raised in a culturallyhonor such a man of matchless integrity, courage and
sheltered environment.determination.
Like all good school children of my age, I learned all