When reading Why We Can't Wait, one gets a sense of what Martin Luther King Jr. faced at a crucial point in his career as a civil-rights activist; and Dr. King emerges from the pages of this book not as a distant icon, but as a great, and humanly great, individual. He is also a brilliant writer, and one of the greatest rhetoricians in all of American history, as Why We Can't Wait amply demonstrates.
The central subject of Why We Can't Wait is the civil-rights campaign that Dr. King led in Birmingham, Alabama, in 1963. In Birmingham, as in all of the other campaigns of his civil-rights career, Dr. King’s commitment to using non-violent direct action as a means of combatting segregation was absolute: “Nonviolence,” he writes, “is a powerful and just weapon. It is a weapon unique in history, which cuts without wounding and ennobles the man who wields it. It is a sword that heals” (p. 26).
The stakes were high; Dr. King explains that he and fellow activists "believed that while a campaign in Birmingham would surely be the toughest fight of our civil-rights careers, it could, if successful, break the back of segregation all over the nation" (p. 47). Dr. King knew that the opposition to his campaign would be severe, and would be led by one of the most notorious Southern segregationists, Eugene “Bull” Connor, whose official title of “Commissioner of Public Safety” belied the fact that his central concern was not the maintenance of public safety but rather the preservation of a white-supremacist political and social system in a city that remained, in 1963, the most completely segregated major city in the U.S.A. “In Bull Connor’s Birmingham,” Dr. King writes, “you would be a resident of a city where a United States senator, visiting to deliver a speech, had been arrested because he walked through a door marked ‘Colored’” (p. 50).
The centerpiece of this book is Chapter 5, "Letter from Birmingham Jail." Written, as its title indicates, from a cell in the Birmingham jail, it has a rich story of its own. After “Bull” Connor had secured an injunction against civil-rights marches in April of 1963, Dr. King had marched anyway, and had been arrested and jailed. Held for a time in solitary confinement, Dr. King took comfort from knowing that a call to the White House from his wife Coretta Scott King had U.S. President John F. Kennedy and Attorney General Robert F. Kennedy working on Dr. King’s case; additionally, celebrities like Harry Belafonte and ordinary people across the nation were working together to support Dr. King’s campaign. “I had never been truly in solitary confinement,” Dr. King tells the reader; “God’s companionship does not stop at the door of a jail cell. I don’t know whether the sun was shining at that moment. But I know that once again I could see the light” (p. 75).
While Dr. King was imprisoned in the Birmingham jail, eight Alabama clergymen had published an open letter, calling on Dr. King and his fellow civil-rights activists to end their Birmingham campaign. In response, writing on whatever paper was available to him in the jail -- newspaper margins, scraps of paper -- Dr. King demolished his opponents' arguments with a beautifully written masterpiece of rhetoric. The book's title no doubt comes from passages like this one:
For years now, I have heard the word “Wait.” It rings in the ear of every Negro with piercing familiarity. This “Wait” has almost always meant “Never.” We must come to see, with one of our most distinguished jurists, that “justice too long delayed is justice denied.” (p. 83)
Or this one:
Perhaps it is easy for those who have never felt the stinging darts of segregation to say “Wait.” But when you have seen vicious mobs lynch your mothers and fathers at will and drown your sisters and brothers at whim; when you have seen hate-filled policemen curse, kick, and even kill your black brothers and sisters; when you see the vast majority of your twenty million Negro brothers smothering in an airtight cage of poverty in the midst of an affluent society;...when you are forever fighting a degenerating sense of “nobodiness” -- then you will understand why we find it difficult to wait. (pp. 83-84)
The letter is a masterpiece. For me, the only writings in the history of American rhetoric that compare with it are Thomas Jefferson's Declaration of Independence and Abraham Lincoln's Gettysburg Address and Second Inaugural Address (Dr. King cites both Jefferson and Lincoln in his letter). Equally compelling is the way the letter fits into Dr. King's overall narrative of an embattled civil-rights movement gaining momentum and changing American society for the better.
At this distance in time from the era in which Dr. King lived and wrote, it is easy to forget how immense were the dangers that he and his fellow activists faced. Dr. King writes with pride of how his followers responded non-violently to the violence that “Bull” Connor unleashed against demonstrators: “This was the time of our greatest stress, and the courage and conviction of those students and adults made it our finest hour. We did not fight back, but we did not turn back. We did not give way to bitterness.” Dr. King adds that “In the face of this resolution and bravery, the moral conscience of the nation was deeply stirred and, all over the country, our fight became the fight of decent Americans of all races and creeds” (p. 100).
Why We Can't Wait concludes by moving from the activism at Birmingham in the spring of 1963 to the March on Washington later that same year, and reminds the reader of the historical context behind the march. The summer of 1963 was a time of widespread white backlash against civil-rights reform, and it was against that background that the March on Washington occurred.
Many in Washington, both within and outside the U.S. government, opposed the March, fearing that it would become an occasion for violence; but of course, nothing of the kind happened, and the March helped to increase support for civil-rights reform across the nation. The March on Washington, as Dr. King points out, “was the first organized Negro operation which was accorded respect and coverage commensurate with its importance”; it was an “extraordinary gathering” that gave “everyone who believed in man’s capacity to better himself…a moment of inspiration and confidence in the future of the human race” (pp. 124-25).
While I might have wished that Why We Can’t Wait could have included Dr. King's immortal “I Have a Dream” speech, delivered as it was at the climax of the March on Washington, the book is more than sufficient as it is.
Dr. King's powerful writing is supplemented by photographs of both the Birmingham campaign and the March on Washington. Why We Can't Wait is an extremely powerful look back at a crucial time in the history of the fight for civil rights in the United States of America. It is also an important reminder that Martin Luther King Jr. should be remembered not as a distant icon, but as a flesh-and-blood man who had the courage to do what needed to be done when the critical moment arrived.