Moreover--Please Stop The MLK Worship

I love Martin Luther King. He is a personal hero to me. But we need to get real when we talk about him. Fools need to confront the fact that here was a dude, with the future on his shoulder, who was careless enough to be taped--repeatedly--having extramarital sex.

Want to know what could undo all the good you did getting arrested in a suit?  By being taped by J Edgar Hoover, in the throes of sex with a white woman who isn't your wife, yelling "I'm not a Negro tonight!"

On Jan. 6, 1964, FBI men installed microphones in King's Washington, D.C., hotel room and turned on the tape recorder. According to officials who heard the tapes, King that night betrayed his wife, Coretta--not for the first or the last time--shouting, amid his most private activities, "I'm fucking for God!" and "I'm not a Negro tonight!" Later that year, agents anonymously shipped King "a 'highlight' recording of bugged sex groans and party jokes" along with a letter warning him: "You are done. There is but one way out for you. You better take it before your filthy, abnormal fraudulent self is bared to the nation." They called it the "suicide package."

I think, on the scale of things you can do to potentially doom a movement, this beats walking down a street and telling the world, "I'm proud of who I am." Negroes need to get serious.