The Seminarian: Martin Luther King Jr. Comes of Age

 

 

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Here is video I took in January 2016 of MLK's Crozer dorm room. As you can see, it's not in good shape and is currently owned by Crozer Keystone Medical Center. The building of Old Main has been registered as a historical site, but the hospital doesn't have the required funds to renovate the building, and have since moved out of it. As a result, MLK's dorm room is now a place for storage. 

I also point to a circle on the door and state that it was the same spot where a hole once was. I was incorrect, and it was much higher on the door. Apologies that I couldn't edit out my voice. 

 

 


Here are a few reviews for my book, The Seminarian: Martin Luther King Jr. Comes of Age. It's available in bookstores starting April 1st, and I'll try to keep this page updated with new reviews and tour dates (above). The Seminarian is currently available for order now at Amazon as well. 

"Fearless...[The Seminarian] is a cleareyed and honest account of some transformative experiences in the life of the gifted young man who would become a cultural icon." Kirkus Reviews

“Without question the most original and important book about King’s life to appear in more than a quarter century.” David J. Garrow, Pulitzer Prize–winning author of Bearing the Cross and Rising Star

"More than anything else, it’s Mr. Parr’s willingness to dig that impresses and makes “The Seminarian” an original, much-needed and even stirring book about King’s formative years at Crozer...Mr. Parr deserves credit for leaving no page in King’s academic record unturned. But his significant contribution is in helping us understand what made this young man extraordinary and in taking on subjects that might prove difficult to stomach for those who worship King." The Wall Street Journal

"Parr is a wonderful guide through this pivotal season of King’s intellectual development, spiritual formation, and youthful angst. We feel the young seminarian’s anxiety as he arrives at a predominantly white school, we witness his encounters with the North’s less flamboyant but equally treacherous brand of racism, and we experience the heartbreak of his short-lived romance with a white student... Grounded in exhaustive, primary-source research, the narrative bounds forward with an energetic curiosity that resembles the bright and restless spirit of its young protagonist." Christianity Today

"King’s three years at the Crozer Theological Seminary, south of Philadelphia, marked an important turning point in his life and are well worth the exclusive focus they get in this compact, readable and well-researched book. [Parr] leave[s] readers with a memorable image. As classmates passed King’s room in “Old Main,” the imposing central building on the Crozer campus, they often heard him rehearsing the delivery of the verse from the Book of Amos that he would invoke again and again over the next two decades, up to the impassioned “Mountaintop” speech he gave the night before his death. “Let justice run down like water,” King recited, “and righteousness like a mighty stream!” The Washington Post

"Through scrupulous research and interviews with King’s peers, Parr puts the reader in the classroom with King...Worrying about grades and girls, this ML is as familiar as a student of today." - Akron Beacon Journal

“Parr provides a delightful (and deep) exploration of King’s formative years, a period that even the most committed scholars have undervalued or overlooked altogether. King’s years at Crozer are recounted here with such clarity the reader nearly sits next to him through every class and social engagement, so that a mere glance to the right and we fall in among his many classmates who are interviewed here.  The Seminarian is for the scholar and general reader alike who want to learn how a kid from Atlanta slowly matured into our nation’s greatest civil rights leader.” W. Jason Miller, author of Origins of the Dream: Hughes’s Poetry and King’s Rhetoric

“Not only an engrossing biographical study but an essential source for anyone with a serious interest in the formative years of Martin Luther King Jr.” Clayborne Carson, editor of A Call to Conscience: The Landmark Speeches of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

This book provides by far the most thorough and detailed treatment of Martin Luther King's experience in seminary.  Anyone interested in King should be thrilled that Patrick Parr pored closely over the seminary records and interviewed surviving members of his cohort of seminarians (plus his sweetheart).   Count this volume among the small number of indispensable books about King.” Keith D. Miller, author of Voice of Deliverance and Martin Luther King's Biblical Epic

“Seminary training doesn’t always dictate the course of leaders’ lives, sometimes even steering them directly opposite. Yet the time is always formative. Through his careful research, Patrick Parr has produced a stunning piece of work illumining this little-known part of Martin Luther King, Jr.’s journey of stumbling through learning to integrate theology, life, and the real world as he grew into the great American leader he became.” Jason S. Sexton, Editor, Boom California

Historian Parr’s debut work of nonfiction is a true life bildungsroman...Often overlooked or relegated to mere footnotes in previous biographies, Parr highlights this short, influential period in King’s life, fleshing out the details of courses, teachers, mentors, pals, and dates, and presenting a fresh portrait of King, the “rookie preacher.” Publishers Weekly

"Concern about such whitewashing is part of what motivated Patrick Parr to write The Seminarian...Parr has done some impressive digging in the historical record and there is no doubt that scholars writing about King will find The Seminarian useful. The book should also attract students and faculty at seminaries and divinity schools, who will be interested not only in the particularities of King’s experience at Crozer but also in the fascinating picture that emerges of a mid-20th-century theological education."  The Christian Century

"Parr accounts more fully for Martin Luther King Jr.’s seminary education than has any complete biography of the civil rights icon ... A journalist rather than an academic, Parr writes appreciatively and even informally about his subject and drops a few gossipy tidbits, including King’s habitual plagiarism in his school papers and why his professors seldom noticed it." Booklist

Here also are a few interviews I completed about the book...

90.9 NPR Boston (April 3rd)

The Tallmadge Express (April 25th)

The Delaware County Daily Times (May 21st)

 

The Ellensburg Writing Group

Winter, 2008

There I was, surrounded by five other writers in a D&M coffee shop on a Wednesday night. They had all read my short story and were deciding who should speak first. We’d been meeting each Wednesday for the last few months, and I’d already given them a few short stories that had been put through the wringer.

We were all men between the ages of twenty-two and forty. John and I taught English as a Second Language at the local university in Ellensburg, Washington and both leaned toward a literary style. Dave wrote fantasy and taught at a community college. There was also Ben, who called himself a graduate student, but his non-fiction suggested that he mostly roamed free like a drifter. Matt and Jeremy were the other two, both being students at the university and wrote in multiple genres. Before this group, we were all writers working in isolation, free to write anything we wanted without direction. That kind of freedom is nice in moderation, but there is always that uncomfortable moment when you know you’ve taken your work as far as you can take it, and it was now time for it to get sliced, diced, tossed around, and, inevitably, judged.

“I’ll go first,” Ben said, plopping the story down on the table. “Is this true?”

I stayed quiet, because that was the only unspoken rule when getting critiqued: Don’t answer any questions or try and defend your work in any way. It was a good rule. That way the discussion about your story happens naturally, without interference from the creator. Still, what Ben said was music to my ears, because I had built the short story, about a strange ritual at the top of a volcano, to sound like non-fiction.

“The first paragraph is like one giant hook,” Dave chipped in. “It really works…but…”

Oh no. There it was. The dreaded three-letter word. B U T. It had found its way into rejection letters from agents, magazine editors, and publishers. The moment that word is spoken or read, that perfect crystal cage I’ve placed my story inside is shattered into a thousand pieces. I’d been conditioned to expect it, but (oh there it is again!) it always contained a tingle of pain, as if my story had just lost its innocence.

“It doesn’t feel like a story. It just feels like a bunch of scenes that fit together, but…I don’t know.”

“It’s a story,” John said to Dave, as I took a sip of coffee. “But it’s broken apart. Maybe on purpose?” John looked at me, but I shrugged and tried to keep a straight face.

“I kind of liked that,” Matt said, however I knew not to get hopeful again. Matt loved anything experimental or non-linear. “If it was just a conventional, A to B story, the ending would kind of lose its impact.”

“Yeah, about that ending…” Jeremy said, smiling. He threw the comment up like a softball waiting to get crushed by someone else.

Dave cracked it over the fence. “So does the main character want to kill himself, or is he trying to change?”

There was division on this answer. I’d left the ending ambiguous on purpose, so I’d expected there to be different opinions. What concerned me more was the general question that I’d asked almost everyone who had read a story I’d written: Were they satisfied? And so, I violated the unspoken rule just for a moment and asked them.

Their responses were No, No, kind of, yes and no, and Yeah, sure.

Not exactly what I was hoping for.

Each person had written comments, along with line edits, and at the end of the meeting, I took home five copies of a short story that had lost its newborn glow. I set it aside for a few weeks, too unconfident to mold it into something else entirely. I worked on other projects, and we continued to meet each Wednesday for the next three months. We learned each other’s styles, we saw stories transform and find new perspectives, and, most importantly, we enjoyed talking about this incredibly lonely profession. When summer came, life jumped in and broke up the group. Dave and his wife and two children moved to Minnesota, Matt graduated and moved west over the mountains, John got a job in Pennsylvania, Jeremy moved to Idaho, and Ben backpacked, somewhere.

Three years later, my wife and I found ourselves in Leysin, Switzerland. I’d written the story in 2007, the writing group edits happened in 2008, and after making a couple of my own changes, I’d submitted it to over twenty magazines. Unanimously rejected, of course. So in August of 2011, I found myself lazily going through a box of stories I’d gathered over the years, and, lo and behold, there were the five copies, paper clipped together. I had a free weekend, so I decided to take a deep breath and re-read all of their comments, this time with a clear mind.

I relived those Wednesday nights—the good times, the advice, the hours of conversation. I thought about Dave, John, Matt, Ben, and Jeremy, and I took pieces of all of their feedback and retooled the story (The title? Mihara). I sent the new story off to a magazine, and three months later, after years of rejection, it was accepted for publication. The longest story I had ever had published at the time. And it all happened because six guys decided to sit in a coffee shop every Wednesday and talk about fiction.