I was thirteen years old when the 1964 Civil Rights Act was
passed, and I remember Selma, and Birmingham, and the killing of Chaney,
Goodman and Schwerner, and the march on Washington, and the “I Have a Dream”
speech, and all the rest. There was a wonderful
period, that seemed to last about five minutes, when everyone in America agreed
that equality under the law was a grand idea and that, finally, everyone could
share in the equal protection of our laws.
Then, on April 4, 1968, Martin Luther King was murdered and his legacy
and ideals were instantly co-opted and stolen by the race hustlers, welfare
activists, reparation-seekers, black nationalists and Marxists who control it
to this day. Martin Luther King Day
became a federal holiday in 1986. I am
one of the millions who hate MLK Day because it has never had anything to do
with Martin Luther King.
And it’s getting worse, of course.
In 1994, Congress made MLK Day a “National Day of Service.” Typical.
Only the left would think we need an official federal declaration of
when to do a good deed. This peculiar “day
of service” business actually began in Philadelphia, where this year is the “21st
Annual Greater Philadelphia Martin Luther King Day of Service.”
I know this because of a press release issued on January 6 by
globalcitizen365.org, (a name almost certainly coined by George Orwell), which
informs us that this year’s co-chairs are the mayor, the fire and police commissioners,
big shots from every major corporation in town (Comcast, Target, Wal-Mart,
etc.) and, of course, the Superintendent of Schools. “There will be projects at hundreds of
schools in Philadelphia and throughout the region. Volunteers will beautify dozens of
Philadelphia Parks and Recreation facilities.”
Well, good for them.
But don’t you have to wonder a bit about these “volunteers”? If every preening nabob in the city, and your
boss, and your boss’s boss, and the CEO of your company are all urging you to “volunteer,”
at what point does it stop being your
idea and start being more of an I’d-better-get-my-ass-down-to-the-homeless-shelter-and-start-painting
kind of thing?
Well, stop wondering.
The gloves come off a couple paragraphs later and the answer is revealed:
“Participants will include students of
all ages from public, private and parochial schools….” (emphasis
mine). And there we are. Those 6-, 7-, and 8-year-olds don’t want to
spend their day off from school playing games or watching TV, do they? No.
They all want to be “volunteers,” you see. Their desire to spend the day scraping
subway-station walls has nothing to do with the fact that their teachers and
principals and parents and pastors are all telling them “It’s the right thing
to do, Johnny. And you want to do the
right thing, don’t you?”
And thus does MLK Day become a celebration of involuntary
servitude. Martin would have been so
proud.
Copyright2016MichaelKubacki
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