I have to quickly announce a death.
Aren’t you even going to say hello and welcome to the Hpathy Quiz?
Hello, and Welcome to the Hpathy Quiz. Now, as I was saying… The director of the Muppet Movie…
Aaaah!!! We need a larger production staff!
… (1979) James Frawley died last month.
Shana, do you really think anyone cares about the Muppet Movie?
I know you may not have heard of him,
No kidding! And neither has anyone else!!!!!
but it’s culturally significant.
It is??? Oh. Well if only I had known!
It was even selected for preservation in the National Film Registry by the Library of Congress.
(Is there any stupid thing that you don’t know?)
I haven’t seen The Muppet Movie in years.
I find that hard to believe.
but I think it was about the Muppets going to Hollywood to pursue careers in show business.
Well, geez! Now everybody’s gonna wanna see it!
I mean who doesn’t remember, “Rainbow Connection”? It’s iconic.
It must be! Sabrina’s Cafe–where I eat breakfast everyday–has been playing it non-stop!
Turns out James Frawley also directed 5 episodes of my favorite show “Grey’s Anatomy”, and 2 episodes of its spin-off, “Private Practice”, and, you might be interested to know he directed “Columbo” from 1977 to 1989.
What???? He directed “Columbo”? Well why didn’t you say so, for heaven’s sake!!!????? Don’t you realize “Columbo” is a classic????? I have every single episode!
You might want to start the Quiz now.
Yes, good idea. Well, actually, this was Krista’s idea. She said that since February is Black History Month, we should find the constitutional remedy of a famous civil rights leader; and of course, only one likely candidate comes to mind: Martin Luther King–who else?
Of course, I could have picked Malcolm X too. Both were assassinated. Maybe we’ll do Malcolm next year.
So, here’s what I want you to do, I want you to watch the video below. It’s Martin delivering his most famous speech at the 1963 Civil Rights March on Washington. “Civil Rights” was the term given to the movement to end legal discrimination against black people in the southern states of the United States (also known as “the slave states”). So, just some background information because most of our readers are from Asia and other parts of the world and may not know who Martin is.
In the United States, for many centuries, slavery existed in the Southern States–states like Alabama, Mississippi, Georgia, North Carolina, South Carolina, Arkansas (pronounced Arkansaw, for some strange reason) and Virginia. The slave trade was big business. People were stolen from Africa and brought here in the hulls of ships. They were forced to pick cotton under harsh conditions on huge farms called plantations.
If a slave tried to escape to the North–to freedom, all heck would break loose! The plantation owners had dogs — blood hounds — that would track him down. He’d be brought back and forced to endure some horrible, unimaginable punishment. Even so, there was something called “The Underground Railroad” that shepherded run-away slaves to safety, even as far north as Canada.
At some point, the southern states decided they wanted to start their own country and secede from the United States. They wanted to call themselves The Confederate States of America. Abraham Lincoln was president at the time, and he said, “Not so fast!” He knew he’d have to end slavery in order to defeat the South. The Civil War ensued, North against South. The North won, slavery was abolished, but, like Martin Luther King a century later, Lincoln was assassinated, and the South remained a veritable snake-pit of evil where black people lived in fear. It was legal to discriminate against blacks, refuse to serve them in restaurants, refuse them hotel rooms, force them to sit in the back of the bus, and so on.
An evil terrorist organization called the Ku Klux Klan would burn down their houses at night, or hang them with rope around their necks from branches of trees.
This is where the Civil Rights Movement led by Martin Luther King comes in, with a mandate to end this insanity. They sat-in at lunch counters where the police would be called and they’d be arrested and taken to jail.
They marched, and the police would be called and the marchers would be beaten and police dogs would be set on them.
Finally President Lyndon Johnson was forced to put a stop to this legalized discrimination with the Civil Rights Act of 1964 and the Voting Rights Act of 1965 (yes, black people weren’t allowed to vote either!)
Today, we still struggle with the forces of evil who would happily return us to the days of slavery. Fortunately, they’re in the minority. I want you to click on the link below and watch Martin Luther King’s most famous speech (note that he uses the word “Negro”–Spanish for “black”–as that’s what black people were called back in those days) and what I want you to do is make a list of the elements of the case. For example, Martin is very obviously averse to injustice! So there’s your first element. And he’s a Reverend, so, he’s obviously a religious person; and he has a doctorate, so he’s a studious person, and he gives speeches, right? So that’s a rubric too, you know. So when you’ve found all the elements of the case, try to find rubrics for them, then repertorize, and write to me at LEWRA@aol.com and let me know: What Remedy Is Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.? The words to the speech are below. The answer will be in next month’s ezine.
I Have A Dream
I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.
Five score years ago, a great American [Abraham Lincoln], in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.
But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
In a sense we have come to our nation’s capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked “insufficient funds.” But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check — a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God’s children.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro’s legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. 1963 is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.
We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. They have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.
As we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, “When will you be satisfied?” We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied, as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro’s basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating “For Whites Only”. We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.
Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.
I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal.”
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.
This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
This will be the day when all of God’s children will be able to sing with a new meaning, “My country, ‘tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim’s pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring.”
And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!
Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California!
But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, “Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!”
To play us out (I know you’re going to say “Oy”, so just get it over with already.)
Shana, are you still here? What have you done now?
Because this is Black History Month and our quiz was about Martin Luther King.
So, don’t tell me, let me guess; you’re going to play James Taylor again??? Aaaaah!!!!!
Elaine Lewis, D.Hom., C.Hom.
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