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The speech that Senator Robert F. Kennedy gave in the wake of
the assassination of Martin Luther King Jr. will live in infamy.
On the day King was killed, Kennedy was campaigning for the presidency
in Indianapolis, Indiana and was on his way to a campaign rally
in a predominently black section of the city when he heard the news.
His aides strongly urged him not to attend the rally, fearing his
life would be in danger. But Kennedy insisted, and he stood upon
the back of a flatbed truck to give the following extemporaneous
eulogy. Less than two months later, on June 6, 1968, Kennedy was
assassinated in Los Angeles. He left behind his wife Ethel and their
11 children. Lets pray Barack Obama will be better protected.
This
is a time of shame and sorrow. It is not a day for politics. I have
saved this one opportunity, my only event of today, to speak briefly
to you about the mindless menace of violence in America which again
stains our land and every one of our lives.
It is not the concern of any one race. The victims of the violence
are black and white, rich and poor, young and old, famous and unknown.
They are, most important of all, human beings whom other human beings
loved and needed. No one - no matter where he lives or what he does
- can be certain who will suffer from some senseless act of bloodshed.
And yet it goes on and on and on in this country of ours.
Why? What has violence ever accomplished? What has it ever created?
No martyrs cause has ever been stilled by an assassins
bullet.
No wrongs have ever been righted by riots and civil disorders. A
sniper is only a coward, not a hero; and an uncontrolled, uncontrollable
mob is only the voice of madness, not the voice of reason.
Whenever any Americans life is taken by another American unnecessarily
- whether it is done in the name of the law or in the defiance of
the law, by one man or a gang, in cold blood or in passion, in an
attack of violence or in response to violence - whenever we tear
at the fabric of the life which another man has painfully and clumsily
woven for himself and his children, the whole nation is degraded.
Among free men, said Abraham Lincoln, there can
be no successful appeal from the ballot to the bullet; and those
who take such appeal are sure to lose their cause and pay the costs.
Yet we seemingly tolerate a rising level of violence that ignores
our common humanity and our claims to civilization alike. We calmly
accept newspaper reports of civilian slaughter in far-off lands.
We glorify killing on movie and television screens and call it entertainment.
We make it easy for men of all shades of sanity to acquire whatever
weapons and ammunition they desire.
Too often we honor swagger and bluster and wielders of force; too
often we excuse those who are willing to build their own lives on
the shattered dreams of others. Some Americans who preach non-violence
abroad fail to practice it here at home. Some who accuse others
of inciting riots have by their own conduct invited them.
Some look for scapegoats, others look for conspiracies, but this
much is clear: violence breeds violence, repression brings retaliation,
and only a cleansing of our whole society can remove this sickness
from our soul.
For there is another kind of violence, slower but just as deadly
destructive as the shot or the bomb in the night. This is the violence
of institutions; indifference and inaction and slow decay. This
is the violence that afflicts the poor, that poisons relations between
men because their skin has different colors. This is the slow destruction
of a child by hunger, and schools without books and homes without
heat in the winter.
This is the breaking of a mans spirit by denying him the chance
to stand as a father and as a man among other men. And this too
afflicts us all.
I have not come here to propose a set of specific remedies nor is
there a single set. For a broad and adequate outline we know what
must be done. When you teach a man to hate and fear his brother,
when you teach that he is a lesser man because of his color or his
beliefs or the policies he pursues, when you teach that those who
differ from you threaten your freedom or your job or your family,
then you also learn to confront others not as fellow citizens but
as enemies, to be met not with cooperation but with conquest; to
be subjugated and mastered.
We learn, at the last, to look at our brothers as aliens, men with
whom we share a city, but not a community; men bound to us in common
dwelling, but not in common effort. We learn to share only a common
fear, only a common desire to retreat from each other, only a common
impulse to meet disagreement with force. For all this, there are
no final answers.
Yet we know what we must do. It is to achieve true justice among
our fellow citizens. The question is not what programs we should
seek to enact. The question is whether we can find in our own midst
and in our own hearts that leadership of humane purpose that will
recognize the terrible truths of our existence.
We must admit the vanity of our false distinctions among men and
learn to find our own advancement in the search for the advancement
of others. We must admit in ourselves that our own childrens
future cannot be built on the misfortunes of others. We must recognize
that this short life can neither be ennobled or enriched by hatred
or revenge.
Our lives on this planet are too short and the work to be done too
great to let this spirit flourish any longer in our land. Of course
we cannot vanquish it with a program, nor with a resolution.
But we can perhaps remember, if only for a time, that those who
live with us are our brothers, that they share with us the same
short moment of life; that they seek, as do we, nothing but the
chance to live out their lives in purpose and in happiness, winning
what satisfaction and fulfillment they can.
Surely, this bond of common faith, this bond of common goal, can
begin to teach us something. Surely, we can learn, at least, to
look at those around us as fellow men, and surely we can begin to
work a little harder to bind up the wounds among us and to become
in our own hearts brothers and countrymen once again.
(April 5, 1968)
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