"Unearned Suffering Is Redemptive": MLK's Eulogy after the 16th Street Baptist Church Bombing
Learn how the nation's most prominent preacher of the Civil Rights movement comforted the grieving.
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What could one possibly say? What words could be arranged to console the congregation, the friends, the parents? How could even the most skilled orator or compassionate pastor make meaning of such a confounding tragedy?
Perhaps these questions scrolled across the canvas of Martin Luther King, Jr.’s mind as he pondered what to say in a eulogy for the Black girls killed in the 16th Street Baptist Church bombing.
On September 15, 1963, one of the most notorious acts of white supremacist terrorism took place when a bundle of dynamite placed at the base of the church killed four girls—Addie Mae Collins, Denise McNair, and Cynthia Wesley, and Carole Robertson.
Three days later, Martin Luther King, Jr. took to the pulpit at the funeral of three of the four girls and shared his reflections on the tragedy.
King explained to those grieving masses that “God still has a way of wringing good out of evil. And history has proven over and over again that unmerited suffering is redemptive.”
He wanted them to know that these girls did not die a meaningless death—a senseless one, yes, but not a meaningless one.
He thought the jarring brutality of their murders and the youthfulness of their lives might jolt the nation to ethical attention.
The innocent blood of these little girls may well serve as a redemptive force that will bring new light to this dark city. The holy Scripture says, “A little child shall lead them.” The death of these little children may lead our whole Southland from the low road of man’s inhumanity to man to the high road of peace and brotherhood.
To modern sensibilities, these words may seem misguided at best and ignorant or indifferent at worst.
They grate against hearts rendered tender by terror. They seem saccharine to souls drowning in the bitterness of desolation.
But remember that King himself lived constantly in the valley of the shadow of death. Since the earliest days of the Montgomery bus boycott in 1955, he had been the subject of constant threats to and attempts on his life.
Perhaps those who dwell mostly closely with death have wisdom to share about keeping hope alive.
But that is not all King said. He did not hesitate to hold people accountable and explicitly name them.
Passive ministers of the gospel. Corrupt politicians. Southern Dixiecrats and Northern Republicans. Passive Black people. Timid people from all races and ethnicities.
King also condemned “the system, the way of life, the philosophy which produced the murderers.”
The preacher recognized that such a dastardly act did not spring into being from nothing. Rather, the killers had their racist ideology nurtured, coddled, and permitted in a society comfortable with Black death for the maintenance of white power.
King’s words prove instructive for the present day.
As white supremacists, white Christian nationalists, and attacks on racial justice initiatives grow bolder, all people must fight against the violence racism does to our communities and resist the complicity that creates the context for racial terrorism.
The ongoing specter of racism means that, even in a eulogy, a note of defiant hope always must be sounded. Without hope, the only sounds left will be that of moaning mothers and despondent dads.
Read Part 1 of this series on the 60th anniversary of the 16th Street Baptist Church bombing HERE.
Read the entire speech below (courtesy of the MLK Visiting Professors and Scholars Program at MIT).
Eulogy For The Young Victims of the 16th Street Baptist Church Bombing
by Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
September 18, 1963, Sixteenth Street Baptist Church, Birmingham, Alabama
Delivered at funeral service for three of the children – Addie Mae Collins, Carol Denise McNair, and Cynthia Diane Wesley – killed in the bombing. A separate service was held for the fourth victim, Carole Robertson.
This afternoon we gather in the quiet of this sanctuary to pay our last tribute of respect to these beautiful children of God. They entered the stage of history just a few years ago, and in the brief years that they were privileged to act on this mortal stage, they played their parts exceedingly well. Now the curtain falls; they move through the exit; the drama of their earthly life comes to a close. They are now committed back to that eternity from which they came.
These children-unoffending, innocent, and beautiful-were the victims of one of the most vicious and tragic crimes ever perpetrated against humanity.
And yet they died nobly. They are the martyred heroines of a holy crusade for freedom and human dignity. And so this afternoon in a real sense they have something to say to each of us in their death.
They have something to say to every minister of the gospel who has remained silent behind the safe security of stained-glass windows. They have something to say to every politician who has fed his constituents with the stale bread of hatred and the spoiled meat of racism. They have something to say to a federal government that has compromised with the undemocratic practices of southern Dixiecrats and the blatant hypocrisy of right-wing northern Republicans. They have something to say to every Negro who has passively accepted the evil system of segregation and who has stood on the sidelines in a mighty struggle for justice.
They say to each of us, black and white alike, that we must substitute courage for caution. They say to us that we must be concerned not merely about who murdered them, but about the system, the way of life, the philosophy which produced the murderers. Their death says to us that we must work passionately and unrelentingly for the realization of the American dream.
And so my friends, they did not die in vain.
God still has a way of wringing good out of evil. And history has proven over and over again that unmerited suffering is redemptive. The innocent blood of these little girls may well serve as a redemptive force that will bring new light to this dark city. The holy Scripture says, “A little child shall lead them.” The death of these little children may lead our whole Southland from the low road of man’s inhumanity to man to the high road of peace and brotherhood.
These tragic deaths may lead our nation to substitute an aristocracy of character for an aristocracy of color. The spilled blood of these innocent girls may cause the whole citizenry of Birmingham to transform the negative extremes of a dark past into the positive extremes of a bright future. Indeed this tragic event may cause the white South to come to terms with its conscience.
And so I stand here to say this afternoon to all assembled here, that in spite of the darkness of this hour, we must not despair. We must not become bitter, nor must we harbor the desire to retaliate with violence. No, we must not lose faith in our white brothers. Somehow we must believe that the most misguided among them can learn to respect the dignity and the worth of all human personality.
May I now say a word to you, the members of the bereaved families? It is almost impossible to say anything that can console you at this difficult hour and remove the deep clouds of disappointment which are floating in your mental skies. But I hope you can find a little consolation from the universality of this experience. Death comes to every individual. There is an amazing democracy about death. It is not aristocracy for some of the people, but a democracy for all of the people. Kings die and beggars die; rich men and poor men die; old people die and young people die. Death comes to the innocent and it comes to the guilty. Death is the irreducible common denominator of all men.
I hope you can find some consolation from Christianity’s affirmation that death is not the end. Death is not a period that ends the great sentence of life, but a comma that punctuates it to more lofty significance. Death is not a blind alley that leads the human race into a state of nothingness, but an open door which leads man into life eternal. Let this daring faith, this great invincible surmise, be your sustaining power during these trying days.
Now I say to you in conclusion, life is hard, at times as hard as crucible steel. It has its bleak and difficult moments. Like the ever-flowing waters of the river, life has its moments of drought and its moments of flood. Like the ever-changing cycle of the seasons, life has the soothing warmth of its summers and the piercing chill of its winters. And if one will hold on, he will discover that God walks with him, and that God is able to lift you from the fatigue of despair to the buoyancy of hope, and transform dark and desolate valleys into sunlit paths of inner peace.
And so today, you do not walk alone. You gave to this world wonderful children. They didn’t live long lives, but they lived meaningful lives. Their lives were distressingly small in quantity, but glowingly large in quality. And no greater tribute can be paid to you as parents, and no greater epitaph can come to them as children, than where they died and what they were doing when they died. They did not die in the dives and dens of Birmingham, nor did they die discussing and listening to filthy jokes. They died between the sacred walls of the church of God, and they were discussing the eternal meaning of love.
This stands out as a beautiful, beautiful thing for all generations.
Shakespeare had Horatio to say some beautiful words as he stood over the dead body of Hamlet. And today, as I stand over the remains of these beautiful, darling girls, I paraphrase the words of Shakespeare: Good night, sweet princesses. Good night, those who symbolize a new day. And may the flight of angels take thee to thy eternal rest. God bless you.
Your post today approached an unresolved question of the intersection of grief and God's love. The loss of our dearest loved ones brings untold grief that all would express as the deepest hurt in one's life. MLK's description of unearned suffering have helped me understand why the depth of both suffering (grief) and God's love are similar; they are both unearned.
I found this speech profoundly encouraging and filled with truth that is well communicated. And yes, applicable today.