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"When Peace Becomes Obnoxious"
Author: King, Martin Luther, Jr. (Dexter Avenue Baptist Church)
Date: March 18, 1956
Location: Montgomery, Ala.
Genre: Sermon
Topic: Martin Luther King, Jr. - Political and Social Views

King delivered this sermon from Dexter’s pulpit the day before his trial for violating Alabama’s anti-boycott law.1 He begins this handwritten outline by recounting that, after Autherine Lucy's expulsion from the University of Alabama, many celebrated the relative quiet that followed days of rioting at the University. King condemns this calm as “the type of peace that stinks in the nostrils of the almighty God.” He recounts a conversation with someone who suggested the bus boycott was destroying race relations and peace in the community, and responds: "Yes, it is true that if the Negro [accepts] his place, accepts exploitation, and injustice, there will be peace. But it would be an obnoxious peace. Louisville Defender editor Frank L. Stanley, who was in Montgomery covering the trial, reproduced a version of this sermon outline in his newspaper on 29 March 1956.2

Mt 10: 34-363

A few weeks ago, a federal judge handed down an edict which stated in substance that the university of Alabama could no longer deny admission to persons because of their race. With the handing down of this decision, a brave young lady by the name of Autherine Lucy was accepted as the first Negro student to be admitted in the history of the university of Alabama. This was a great moment and a great decision. But with the announcement of this decision, the vanguards of the old order began to emerge. The forces of evil began to congeal. As soon as Autherine Lucy walked on the campus, a group of spoiled students lead by Leonard Wilson and a vicious group of criminals began threatening her on every hand.4 Crosses were burned. Eggs and bricks were thrown at her. The mob even jumped on top of the car in which she was riding. Finally the president and trustees of the university of Alabama asked Autherine to leave for her own safety and the safety of the university. The next day after Autherine was dismissed the paper came out with this headline: “Things are quiet in Tuscaloosa today. There is peace on the campus of the university of Alabama."5 Yes things were quiet in Tuscaloosa. yes there was peace on the campus, but it was peace at a great price. It was peace that had been purchased at the exorbitant price of an inept trustee board succumbing to the whims and caprices of a vicious mob. It was peace that had been purchased at the price of allowing mobocracy to reign supreme over democracy. It was peace that had been purchased at the price of the capitulating to the forces of darkness. This is the type of peace that all men of goodwill hate. It is the type of peace that is obnoxious. It is the type of peace that stinks in the nostrils of the almighty God.

Now let me hasten to say that this is not a concession to or a justification for physical war. I can see no moral justification for war. I believe absolutely and positively that violence is self-defeating. War is devastating. And we know now that if we continue to use these weapons of destruction, our civilization will be plunged across the abyss of destruction

However, there is a type of war that every Christian is involved in. It is a spiritual war. It is a war of ideas. Every true Christian is a fighting pacifist. In a very profound passage, which has been often misunderstood, Jesus utters this. He says “Think not that I am come to bring peace. I come not to bring peace, but a sword.” {Mt 10:34-36} Certainly he is not saying that he comes not to bring peace in the higher sense. What he is saying is: “I come not to bring this peace of escapism, this peace that fails to confront the real issues of life, the peace that makes for stagnant complacency.” Then he says, I come to bring a sword—not a physical sword. Whenever I come a conflict is precipitated between the old and the new, between justice and injustice, between the forces of light and the forces of darkness. “I come to declare war on evil. I come to declare war on injustice

This text is saying in substance Peace is not merely the absence of some negative force—war, tensions, confusion but it is the presence of some positive force—justice, goodwill, the power of the kingdom of God.

I had a long talk the other day with a man about this bus situation. He discussed the peace being destroyed in the community, the destroying of good race relations. I agreed that it is more tension now. But peace is not merely to absence of this tension, but the presence of justice. And even if we didn’t have this tension, we still wouldn’t have positive peace. Yes it is true that if the Negro accept his place, accepts exploitation, and injustice, there will be peace. But it would be an obnoxious peace. It would be a peace that boiled down to stagnant complicity, deadening passivity and

If peace means this, I dont want peace:
If peace means accepting second class citizen ship I dont want it
If peace means keeping my mouth shut in the midst of injustice and evil, I dont want it
If peace means being complacently adjusted to a deadening status quo, I dont want peace.
If peace means a willingness to be exploited economically, dominated polically, humiliated and segregated, I dont want peace.

In a passive non-violent manner we must revolt against this peace.

Jesus says in substance, I will not be content until justice, goodwill, brotherhood, love yes, the kingdom of God are established upon the earth. This is real peace. Peace is the presence of positive good.
Finally, never forget that there is an inner peace that comes as a result of doing God’s will.
Our Father God, who dost overarch our fleeting years with thine eternity and dost undergird our weakness with thy strength, in the midst of the pressures of another day, as we face its vast concerns.

Above all else save us from succumbing to the tragic temptation of Of becoming cynical

1. Dexter’s 18 March 1956 program indicates King preached this sermon. King's trial began on 19 March 1956. Judge Eugene Carter found King guilty after a four-day trial and sentenced him to either pay a $500 fine plus court costs or serve 386 days in jail. The sentence was suspended following an appeal by King’s attorney (Testimony in State of Alabama v. M. L. King, Jr., 22 March 1956, in Papers 3:183-196).

2. King, “When Peace Becomes Obnoxious,” Sermon Delivered on 18 March 1956 at Dexter Avenue Baptist Church, 29 March 1956, in Papers 3:207-208. The published version follows the wording of this handwritten outline. In a 3 April 1956 letter, King wrote to Stanley to thank him for his “fine” coverage of the Montgomery movement and to “express my deepest appreciation for your interest in our cause and for the interest you have stimulated in Alpha men all over the country.” Stanley was national president of King's fraternity, Alpha Phi Alpha, at the time of this letter.

3. Matthew 10:34-36: “Think not that I am come to send peace on earth. I came not to send peace, but a sword. For I am come to set a man at variance against his father, and the daughter against her mother, and the daughter in law against her mother in law. And a man’s foes shall be they of his own household.”

4. University of Alabama officials expelled Leonard Wilson in mid-March because of his “unwarranted and outrageous attacks . . . upon the integrity of the president and faculty and officers of the university” (“Segregation: That Defiant Sophomore,” Newsweek, 26 March 1956, p. 25). Wilson was head of the Citizens Council of West Alabama and a sophomore at the University of Alabama.

5. An editorial in the 7 February 1956 Tuscaloosa News concluded: “Yes, there’s peace on the University campus this morning. But what a price has been paid for it!”

Source: 
CSKC, INP, Coretta Scott King Collection, In Private Hands, Sermon file, folder 111, "When Peace Becomes Obnoxious."

Even though people think this is a Mir Taqi Mir ghazal it was actually written by Naqi Kazmi.  The last stanza should say "Naqi" and not "Taqi."


Zulmat-e-shab ko sitaaron se sanwaara hum ne,
Kitni raton ko tujhe uthe ke pukara hum ne,

Jab kabhi hath se umeed ka daaman choota,
Le liya aap ke daaman ka sahara hum ne,

Yoon to dunya bhi mukhaalif hai hamari warna,
Rukh badaltey huye dekha hai tumhara hum ne,

Hum zamaney se bhi takraa gaye teri khaatir,
Jo na karna tha kiya woh bhi ganwaara hum ne,

Ae Naqi, Gham nahin yeh jaan rahe ya na rahe,
Paa liya un nighaaon ka ishaara hum ne..



Ishq Mein Jee ko Sabr-o-Taab kahan?
Usse Ankhein lagi to khwab kahan?

Khat ke aaye par kuch kahey to kahey
Abhi maktoob ka jawaab kahan

Hasti apni hai beech main parda
Hum na howein to fir hijab kahan?

Girya-e-shab se surkh hain aankhein
Mujh bala-nosh ko sharab kahan !

Daagh rehna dil o jigar ka dekh
Jalte hain is tarah kabab kahan !

Maho hain us kitabi chehre ke
Aashiqon ko sare kitaab kahan

Ishq ka ghar hai "Mir" se aabaad
Aise fir khanumaan kharab kahan

I read a poem from Grant Colfax Tullar and I started thinking of how the divine is a weaver.  Let me share some ideas and then I'll shares poems I read around the weaving topic. 

When I think of the Holy at work, I see a loom. Threads cross threads—some bright as festival silk, some dark as monsoon—while we stand beneath the frame, staring at knots and loose ends, unable to read the pattern from the underside. Yet the upper side is held by an unseen Hand, where even the shadowed strands belong to the design. 

A century ago the American hymn writer Grant Colfax Tullar (later popularized by Corrie ten Boom) put it plainly: the dark is as needful as the gold. Emily Dickinson, peering closer, watched a spider spin “continents of light” in an hour—only to have a broom erase the borders. Our work is that fragile; the Weaver’s is not.

Kabir—fifteenth-century poet-saint and literal weaver of Kashi—made this craft a way of seeing. The body is a cloth, finely woven; breath is the shuttle; day and night are warp and weft; the Guru is the beam that keeps the threads true. What we choose to dye the fibers with—ego’s quick colors or the slow, fast dye of the Name—decides whether the fabric runs in the first rain. The knots we tighten become our tangles; the knots we surrender become texture. 

To live by Kabir’s loom is to keep the shuttle moving through grief and gladness alike, trusting that nothing is wasted. One day the loom will fall silent and the cloth will be lifted. May it return to the Giver bright, simple, and whole.


“The Weaver” (Also known as the The Tapestry Poem) by Grant Colfax Tullar (not Corrie ten Boom as often misquoted)

My life is but a weaving
Between my God and me.
I cannot choose the colors
He weaveth steadily.

Oft’ times He weaveth sorrow;
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper
And I the underside.

Not ’til the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Will God unroll the canvas
And reveal the reason why.

The dark threads are as needful
In the weaver’s skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned

He knows, He loves, He cares;
Nothing this truth can dim.
He gives the very best to those
Who leave the choice to Him.



The Master Weaver
- Unknown

Our lives are but fine weavings,
that God and we prepare,
each life becomes a fabric planned,
and fashioned in his care . . .

We may not always see,
just how the weavings intertwine,
but we must trust the Master’s hand,
and follow His design.

For He can view the pattern,
upon the upper side,
while we must look from underneath,
and trust in Him to guide.

Sometimes a strand of sorrow,
is added to His plan,
and though it’s difficult for us,
we still must understand.

That it’s He who flies the shuttle,
it’s He who knows what’s best,
so we must weave in patience,
and leave to Him the rest . . .

Not till the loom is silent,
and the shuttles cease to fly,
shall God unroll the canvas,
and explain the reason why.

The dark threads are as needed,
in the Weaver’s skillful hand,
as the threads of gold and silver,
in the pattern He has planned



Poem by Emily Dickinson

The Spider holds a Silver Ball
The spider holds a Silver Ball
In unperceived Hands—
And dancing softly to Himself
His Yarn of Pearl—unwinds—

He plies from Nought to Nought—
In unsubstantial Trade—
Supplants our Tapestries with His—
In half the period—

An Hour to rear supreme
His Continents of Light—
Then dangle from the Housewife's Broom—
His Boundaries—forgot—

Psalm 139:13-17



For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.

I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well. 

My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place.

When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,
your eyes saw my unformed body.

All the days ordained for me
were written in your book
before one of them came to be.

How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!
How vast is the sum of them!

Separation
By W. S. Merwin


Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color


Mittar Pyare Nu


Here is the translation of an old bollywood song, sung by Mukesh. Heard this a lot growing up in Delhi ... 



सुहानी चाँदनी रातें, हमें सोने नहीं देती 
तुम्हारे प्यार की बातें, हमें सोने नहीं देती 

तुम्हारी रेशमी ज़ुल्फों में, दिल के फूल खिलते थे 
कही फूलों के मौसम में, कभी हम तुम भी मिलते थे 
पुरानी वो मुलाक़ातें, हमें सोने नहीं देती 

कही ऐसा न हो लग जाये, दिल में आग पानी से 
बदल ले रासता अपना, घटायें मेहरबानी से 
के यादों की ये बरसातें, हमें सोने नहीं देती

Translation

These moonlit lights don't let me sleep
The stories of your love don't let me sleep

During spring when we would meet
Heart flowers would bloom from your silky hair
Thoughts of the times together don't let me sleep

Hearts can burn with this water
O winds please change your direction
As the rains of your memories don't let me sleep




I am listening to, and translating, Sant Singh Maskeen ji's lecture on Ego tonight. He starts by reciting the following Sahaskriti poem by Guru Arjan Dev ji:

hey janam maran moolaN ahaNkaaraN paapaatmaa.
mitraN tajant satraN darirh-aaNt anik maa-yaa bisteerniH.
aavant jaavant thakant jee-aa dukh sukh baho bhognah.
bharam bha-yaan udi-aan ramnaN mahaa bikat asaaDh rognah.
baid-yaN paarbarahm parmaysvar aaraaDh naanak har har haray. ||49||

The root weakness that humans have is ego. Ahankaar.  I am I am I am.  That is the root of all problems. As long as there is ego, there is birth and death of the soul.  Ego is the cause of birth and death. Ego is the root of birth and death.  Guru Nanak has said,

Haume Eha Jaat Hai Haume Karam Kamaye
Haume Ehee Bandanaa Phir Phir Joni Paye

Ego has a character. Whatever man does, he does it because of ego.  Whether he is doing something religious, or he is doing something social, or he is doing something political. Ego is the root. Ego is fused into whatever he is doing. And whatever is done because of ego, causes birth. And birth causes death. And with ego, the cycle is repeated. Birth and death, birth and death, birth and death and so on! So ego initiates a long journey of birth and death.

Guru Arjan Dev ji says,

hey janam maran moolaN ahaNkaaraN paapaatmaa.
O soul of sin, egotism, you are the root of birth and death

Every living creature has its characteristic flaw.  We see for instance, in elephants the disease of sexual desire is prime. In flies, dristha rog (visual disease?) is prime. In fish, rasna rog (disease of taste) is prime. In bumble bees, nasika rog (nasal disease).  In deer, the disease of sound (naad rog) is prime.  Guru Arjan Dev ji says,

Haume rog manukh ko deena
Kaam rog Maigal bas leena
Drishta rog pach muye patanga
Naad rog khap gaye Kuranga
-Bhairav Guru Arjan Dev

These diseases are the cause of bondage. These diseases are the cause of sadness. And the root cause of all human suffering is ego. Ahankaar.

Ahankaar can be present sometimes in a sthool roop, or physical form.  At other times it can take a sooksham roop, or mental/psychological form. Sometimes you have ego about materiality. At other times, one has ego about the height of spirituality. Sometimes there is ego about life, sometimes there is ego about the ways to nirvana. In general, the sthool roop ahankaar is rooted in wealth, youth, beauty, and power.

Joban dhan prabhtaa kai mad main
Ahinas rahey divaanaa
-Dhanasri Guru Tegh Bahadur

Day and night he roams like a mad man. 
In the madness of youth, in the madness of wealth ... 

Wealth can be in your pocket, or it can be in one's thinking. One can be youthful, or one can have the desire to be youthful. One can have political power, or one can have desire for political power. Power makes you mad. Even the thought of power makes you mad. Youth can drive one to madness, but even the thought of youth can drive one to madness. Its the same thing with wealth.  One may have wealth in one's bank, in one's home, or one may have wealth in your thoughts, in your meditation. Man has to become mad as a result! That is why Guru Tegh Bahadur says,

Joban dhan prabhtaa kai mad main
Ahinas rahey divaanaa
-Dhanasri Guru Tegh Bahadur

Man considers himself great. And he considers others small.

Aapas Ko Deeragh Kar Janai
Auran Jo Lag Maat
- Bhagat Kabir in Raag Maru

He considers everyone small. Even if someone is great. Even if he himself is inconsequential, he considers himself great and considers others small. Irani sufi sant Hafiz says,

Dar Mehfile kay khursheed Andar shumaar zarra ast
Khud ra buzurg deedam shartey adab navashad

In whose presence sun is just a particle of sand
You want to be called great?

Thats where lack of wisdom takes man. The higher one's ego, the higher is their lack of wisdom. 

There is a great Urdu poet explains this in a different way:

ilam kay jahool say behtar hai jahool ka ilam
Maine yeh daras paaya apni vaseerat say

The wisdom of stupidity is better than the stupidity of wisdom. If you have become somewhat wise, but then you have become even more egotistic, then ego is proof that wisdom is not in control, it is standing on stupidity, it is standing on ego. Ego stands on stupidity. That wise person is unwise if he has ego. 

Bhagat Ravidas ji says it very beautifully:

Hum Bad Kab Kuleen Hum Pandit 
Hum Jogi Sanyasi
Gyani Guni Sur Hum Daate 
Eh Budh Kabhai Na Naasi

"I am great poet, I have excellent lineage, I have deep wisdom, 
I am a great Yogi, a great Sanyasi
I am so wise, I am so good, I am so powerful, I am so charitable," 
this thinking never goes away!

Craziness of ego has taken over man.  He thinks there is no one better than himself.  

They say that it is often the people who are virtuous end up being egotistic. Ego stands on virtues. Because if one does not have virtues, it is hard to have an ego. At the same time, fools are often maligned by ego even when they lack virtues. But a fool's ego is not as heavy. It does not harm him much. That ego is standing on foolishness. 

Nanak te nar Asal Khar 
Jo Bin Gun Garab Karan
Ikna naad Na bed 
Ras Kas Naa jaanan
Ikna Surat Naa sidh
Akhar ka bhyo Naa lahann

The real donkeys are those that have an pride without having any virtues. They are carrying the load of ego without really having any goods. 

Asthool ahankaar often stands on virtues. The eyes of an egotist, the mind of an egotist, the swagger of an egotist, makes a clear showcase of ego. Bhagat Kabir says, 

Chalat kat tede tede
Why do you walk slant?

An egotist can't walk straight. If he were to walk straight no one would notice.  He walks slanted so people would notice him. The egotist wants all eyes on himself. 

The nirvana person walks in the light of God. The egotistic person wants everyone's eyes on himself. 

Chalat kat tede tede
Asht charan bistaa Kay Munde
Durgandh hi Kay bedhe

Who do you think you are, says Kabir. A bunch of bones, with some muscles, and some fat on that, and some skin on top. Full of foul smell. Why are you walking with a swagger? What are you so proud of? These bones. These muscles. Fat? Skin? Or the foul smell?

Guru Arjan Dev says,

Karpoor bahut sugandha


[to be completed; stopped at 12 minutes/60 minutes]






Translation of the poem used as the central idea for this lecture.

mitraN tajant satraN darirh-aaNt anik maa-yaa bisteerniH.
You forsake friends, hold tight to enemies, spread out countless illusions of Maya. 
aavant jaavant thakant jee-aa dukh sukh baho bhognah.
You cause the living beings to come and go until they are exhausted. You lead them to experience pain and pleasure. 
bharam bha-yaan udi-aan ramnaN mahaa bikat asaaDh rognah.
You lead them to wander lost in the terrible wilderness of doubt; you lead them to contract the most horrible, incurable diseases. 
baid-yaN paarbarahm parmaysvar aaraaDh naanak har har haray. ||49||
The only Physician is the Supreme Lord, the Transcendent Lord God. Nanak worships and adores the Lord, Har, Har, Haray. ||49|| 
(p-1358 SGGS)



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