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Voting Rights Isn't Just a Black Issue

But Americaís memory of Jim Crow has been distorted by a political culture that pays lip service to Dr. King while forgetting his vision of a democracy that works for all Americans. From the Montgomery bus boycott to the passage of the Voting Rights Act, Dr. King was a spokesperson for the Black-led freedom movement that was determined to end Jim Crow segregation in America. But Dr. King was also clear that Black Americans did not simply want to be integrated into a burning house. They organized with a broad and diverse coalition of Americans to challenge the basic contradictions that threatened the promise of democracy for all people. The Beloved Community that Dr. King preached and organized toward wasnít just an America where Black, white and brown could sit down in a restaurant together. It was the hope of a political system where the Black, white and brown masses could vote together for leaders who serve the common good.

Today, the U.S. Chamber of Commerce opposes both voting rights laws and living wages. They back Senators Kyrsten Sinema, Joe Manchin and their Republican colleagues in an effort to normalize the subversion of democracy and make voting rights the special interest of minority groups. But they donít separate their money, so we surely shouldnít separate and bifurcate our movement demands for a democracy that works for everyday people. Voting rights are about power to write policy that impacts our daily lives and power to control the purse strings of the U.S. budget and over $21 trillion in gross domestic product.

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Whatever the fate of the current legislation in the Senate, we must build a broad, multiethnic coalition to fight together for democracy in America. This is why the Poor Peopleís Campaign has announced plans for a Mass Poor Peopleís and Low Wage Workers Assembly and Moral March on Washington on June 18. However much we are able to push back against the present assault on voting rights, we need people from every race, creed and culture to unite in support of the common good and mount an historic get-out-the-vote effort this fall. No one would put this much energy into suppressing our votes if a multiethnic coalition did not have the potential to change this nation. This MLK weekend, we must resolve to do what Dr. King noted our foreparents did during Reconstruction: unite and build a great society.

https://time.com/6139456/martin-luther-king-jr-voting-rights/

This is our time. The BLM movement and the restrictions on voting rights, as well as the importance of the 2022 election, all come together this year. We must rise to the occasion. If you revere MLK let his memory be a push to get you to do something to register and get people out to vote. Itís not hard itís empowering.

Chimes of Freedom. A prophecy.

Never forget.


Far between sundownís finish aní midnightís broken toll
We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing
As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds
Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing
Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight
Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight
Aní for each aní evíry underdog soldier in the night
Aní we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

In the cityís melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched
With faces hidden while the walls were tightening
As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowiní rain
Dissolved into the bells of the lightning
Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake
Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned aní forsaked
Tolling for the outcast, burniní constantly at stake
Aní we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail
The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder
That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze
Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder
Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind
Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind
Aní the unpawned painter behind beyond his rightful time
Aní we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
For the disrobed faceless forms of no position
Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts
All down in taken-for-granted situations
Tolling for the deaf aní blind, tolling for the mute
Tolling for the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute
For the misdemeanor outlaw, chased aní cheated by pursuit
Aní we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

Even though a cloudís white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
Aní the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
Aní for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
Aní we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

Starry-eyed aní laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time aní we watched with one last look
Spellbound aní swallowed ítil the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones aní worse
Aní for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
Aní we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
Copyright © 1964 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1992 by Special Rider Music

Bob Dylan is not outdated. I humbly offer this inspiration.

Never forget.


Far between sundownís finish aní midnightís broken toll
We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing
As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds
Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing
Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight
Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight
Aní for each aní evíry underdog soldier in the night
Aní we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

In the cityís melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched
With faces hidden while the walls were tightening
As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowiní rain
Dissolved into the bells of the lightning
Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake
Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned aní forsaked
Tolling for the outcast, burniní constantly at stake
Aní we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail
The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder
That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze
Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder
Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind
Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind
Aní the unpawned painter behind beyond his rightful time
Aní we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
For the disrobed faceless forms of no position
Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts
All down in taken-for-granted situations
Tolling for the deaf aní blind, tolling for the mute
Tolling for the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute
For the misdemeanor outlaw, chased aní cheated by pursuit
Aní we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

Even though a cloudís white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
Aní the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
Aní for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
Aní we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing

Starry-eyed aní laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time aní we watched with one last look
Spellbound aní swallowed ítil the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones aní worse
Aní for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
Aní we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
Copyright © 1964 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1992 by Special Rider Music

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