What Is King's Tone In Letter From Birmingham Jail

Letter from Birmingham City Jail

Confronting your enemies is never an easy task. Confronting them in a humble way is way harder. Dr.King was put in jail in the year 1963 in the city of Birmingham, which at the time was a hard city for African Americans to live in. When he was in jail he wrote a letter to a hostile audience. In his letter he explained his believes and delivered a direct message to them. He used persuasive words to make his points valid and clear. Dr.King's message to the hostile audience was that he was not pleased with the actions the government and civilization were making towards African American. He knew that the laws the government implied were unjust to his people. In the letter is quotes, “One may well ask:

The government was blinded by corruption and were passing unjust laws. He used Pathos to persuade his audience. He used pathos by expressing his feelings and explaining the reality they were living in. He knew that by expressing what he felt was going to impact a lot of people. In his letter he makes you have an imagine of what growing up in an environment full of discrimination is like. A quote from the letter that persuades the group is,” ." But when you have seen vicious mobs lynch your mothers and fathers at will and drown your sisters and brothers at whim; when you have seen hate filled policemen curse, kick and even kill your black brothers and sisters; when you see the vast majority of your twenty million Negro brothers smothering in an airtight cage of poverty in the midst of an affluent society; when you suddenly find your tongue twisted and your speech stammering as you seek to explain to your six year old daughter why she can't go to the public amusement park that has just been advertised on television, and see tears welling up in her eyes when she is told that Funtown is closed to colored children, and see ominous clouds of inferiority beginning to form in her little mental sky, and see her beginning to distort her personality by developing an unconscious bitterness toward white people; when you have to concoct an answer for a five year old son who is asking: "Daddy, why do white people treat colored people so mean?"; when you take a cross county drive and find it necessary to sleep night after night in the uncomfortable corners of your automobile because no motel will accept you; when you are humiliated day in and day out by nagging signs reading "white" and "colored"; when your first name becomes "nigger," your middle name becomes "boy" (however old you are) and your last name becomes "John,"