Return to the South
ON A cool Saturday afternoon in January 1954
I set out to drive from Atlanta, Georgia, to Montgomery, Alabama.
It was a clear wintry day. The Metropolitan Opera was on tho
radio with a performance of one of my favorite operas----Doni-
zetti's Lucia di Lammermoor. So with the beauty of the country-
aide, the inspiration of Donizetti's inimitable music, and the
splendor of the skies, the usual monotony that accompanies a
relatively long drivc---especially when one is alonc----was dis-
pelled in pleasant diversions.
After a few hours I drove through rich and fertile farmlands
to the sharp bend in the Alabama River on whose shores Mont-
gomery stands. Although I had passed through the city before,
I had never been there on a real visit. Now I would have the
opportunity to spend a few days in this beautiful little city,
one of the oldest in the United States.
Not long after I arrived a friend took me to see the Dexter
Avenue Baptist Church where I was to preach the follo . . .