why is he wasting his time with white preachers, is what wyatt walker told me he was thinking. we have an insurgency to run. we've got the mass meetings. king is in a snit over these white clergy who in a different way they said to me it's what we expected, because they were doing evil or compromising with evil. so we have that patient, mannerly king. we have the professor king who lectures on the meaning of a moral law. we have the tour guide king who takes white into the intimate recesses of black vulnerability. when you have been humiliated, when your black brothers and sisters are lynched, when you have to explain to a 6-year-old girl that's his daughter, that's yoki yolanda, why she can't go to fun town, when you live with the debilitating sense of nobodiness. and just when you're going to think king is going to explode in anger because it's a black you, it's the collective people -- when you, when you, when you. whenever king gets into that rhythm, a 276-word sentence, he suddenly pulls out of it like an airplane in a swoon, and he says now turning back to the "you" of th