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Council on Human Relations, and even helped a group of volunteers de-
sign a new logo for the MIA. The climax of his whirlwind tour came on
Sunday, when he spent most of the day with King. The day began with
morning services at Dexter, where the young minister preached a moving
sermon on the philosophy of nonviolence. “We are concerned not merely
to win justice in the buses,” King explained, “but rather to behave in a new
and different way—to be non-violent so that we may remove injustice it-
self, both from society and from ourselves.” Later, during a private dinner
at the parsonage, King briefed Rustin on the boycott. Rustin listened at-
tentively, but as the evening progressed he began to regale his hosts with
tales of Harlem and the Northern underground. Coretta Scott King, who
suddenly recalled that she had heard Rustin speak at Antioch College in
the early 1950s, was utterly charmed, and her husband was captivated by
his guest’s sweeping vision of social justice. For several hours Rustin and
the Kings discussed religion, pacifism, nonviolent resistance, and other moral
imperatives, and by the end of the evening a deep philosophical and per-
sonal bond had been sealed. Despite periodic disagreements over strategy
and a serious falling-out in the early 1960s, they would remain close friends
until King’s assassination in 1968.
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Not everyone in the MIA was so enamored with the strange visitor from
New York. Within hours of Rustin’s arrival, there were complaints about
“outside agitators” and rumors that subversives were trying to take over the
Montgomery movement. Even those who dismissed these fears as ground-
less worried about the MIA’s credibility and public image. Despite the recent
eclipse of Senator Joseph McCarthy, fear of Communist infiltration was still
rife in the United States, even among black Americans. No popular move-
ment could afford the taint of Communism, especially in a state where the
Scottsboro case was a relatively recent memory. In Deep South communities
like Montgomery, smooth-talking outsiders like Rustin were always a little
suspect, but any chance he had of gaining broad acceptance ended when he
posed as a European correspondent. When word got around that the editors
of Le Figaro and the Manchester Guardian had never heard of him, Rustin’s
situation in Montgomery became precarious. Several of the national report-
ers covering the mass indictment story knew the true identity and background
of both Rustin and Worthy, and the inevitable murmurings soon alerted the
local press and police. Rustin was having the time of his life and was deter-
mined to hang on as long as he could, but by the end of his first week in town,
there were enough cold stares and wary handshakes to convince him that his
days in Montgomery were numbered. Reluctantly he informed Swomley and
the FOR staff that sooner or later he would need a replacement. Swomley,
who had opposed Rustin’s venture from the outset, needed no prodding to
send one. Indeed, Glenn Smiley, FOR’s national field secretary, was already
on his way to Montgomery.
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Smiley and Rustin were old friends and compatriots, but they were strik-
ingly different in style and temperament. Though he was roughly the same