He realized for the first time how sheltered his existence had been, how ill prepared he was to deal with the racial violence that was waiting just beneath the surface in the South. One night, unsure of whether to continue, he thought of all his religious training and he heard the voice of Christ: “Martin Luther, stand up for righteousness. Stand up for justice. Stand up for truth’ ... the fatigue had turned into hope.” (That was, Grover Hall noted acidly, Martin King’s “vision in the kitchen speech.”)
