Former President Barack Obama delivered a gripping eulogy at the funeral for Rep. John Lewis on Thursday, taking aim at the Trump administration, advocating for the voting rights legislation that was Lewis’s legacy, and calling the 33-year Georgia representative a “founding father” of what will one day be a “fuller, better, fairer America.”
From the historic pulpit at Ebenezer Baptist Church in Atlanta where Reverend Martin Luther King once preached, Obama expressed shock at the level of perseverance and purpose that Lewis displayed throughout his life. At such a young age, Lewis’s sheer determination and will placed him at the forefront of key nonviolence movements throughout the 1960s, including lunch counter sit-ins in Tennessee, Freedom Rides through the Jim Crow South, and a near-fatal march across the Edmund Pettus Bridge in Selma, Alabama.
In reflecting on the first time Lewis desegregated the buses in the South alongside his friend and comrade Bernard Lafayette, Obama remarked: “Imagine the courage of two people Malia’s age, younger than my oldest daughter. On their own. To challenge an entire infrastructure of oppression.”
And while Lewis “brought this country a little bit closer to our highest ideals” Obama said, the member of Congress knew the “march is not over.” He pointed out how institutions like policing and the current administration still undermine equality and perpetuate violence: “Today we witness with our own eyes police officers kneeling on the necks of Black Americans. George Wallace may be gone, but we can witness our federal government sending agents to use tear gas and batons against peaceful demonstrators. We may no longer have to guess the number of jellybeans in a jar to cast a ballot, but even as we sit here, there are those in power who are doing their darnedest to discourage people from voting by closing polling locations and targeting minorities and students with restrictive ID laws and attacking our voting rights with surgical precision, even undermining the postal service in the run-up to an election that’s going to be dependent on mail-in ballots so people don’t get sick.”
Every single American needs to watch this clip of Obama talking about voting rights. He calls out GOP for:— Ari Berman (@AriBerman) July 30, 2020
-closing polling places
-targeting students & minorities with voter ID laws
-attacking voting rights with "surgical precision"
Obama also didn’t shy away from talking forcefully about how he believed the country should carry on Lewis’s legacy.
“You want to honor John, let’s honor him by revitalizing the law that he was willing to die for,” Obama said. “Once we pass the John Lewis Voting Right Act, we should keep marching to make it even better. By making sure every American is automatically registered to vote, including former inmates who’ve earned their second chance. By adding polling places. And expanding early voting and making election day a national holiday.”
The former president delivered his remarks toward the end of the private, socially distanced ceremony that featured speeches from politicians and civil rights leaders like House Speaker Nancy Pelosi, former Presidents Bill Clinton and George W. Bush, and nonviolence tactician James Lawson.
President Obama also reflected on his personal relationship with John Lewis, which started when Obama met Lewis while in law school. He told Lewis that he was his hero, and at every step, from becoming a US senator to president of the United States, Obama recognized Lewis as the giant upon whose shoulders he stood. Lewis made sacrifices, like almost losing his life to police brutality, to ensure that future leaders like Obama would see a way forward.
When Obama secured the Democratic nomination for the presidency in 2008, Lewis said, “If someone had told me this would be happening now, I would have told them they were crazy, out of their mind.” But he knew Obama’s presidency wouldn’t mean America was now a post-racial society. At the time of Obama’s inauguration he said, “the election of Barack Obama is a major downpayment on the dream. The dream is not paid in full. There’s still work to do. We’ve come a distance, we’ve made progress, but we still have a distance to go.”
The final time Obama would spend with Lewis speaks to how the Congress member’s legacy will continue to inspire the world for generations to come. The two attended a virtual conference with young activists who were mobilizing their communities following the police killing of George Floyd.
“He could not have been prouder to see this new generation of activists standing up for freedom and equality, a new generation that was intent on voting and protecting the right to vote,” Obama said in his eulogy.
Obama had previously issued a heartfelt statement about Lewis’s passing on July 18, stating that Lewis “loved this country so much that he risked his life and blood so that it might live up to its promise. And through the decades, he not only gave all of himself to the cause of freedom and justice, but inspired generations that followed to try to live up to his example.”
A rush transcript of Obama’s full remarks is below.
James wrote to the believers, “Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, lacking nothing.”
It is a great honor to be back in Ebenezer Baptist Church in the pulpit of its greatest pastor, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., to pay my respects to perhaps his finest disciple. An American whose faith was tested again and again to produce a man of pure joy and unbreakable perseverance, John Robert Lewis.
To those who have spoken, to Presidents Bush and Clinton, Madame Speaker, Reverend Warnock, Reverend King, John’s family, friends, his beloved staff, Mayor Bottoms, I’ve come here today because I, like so many Americans, owe a great debt to John Lewis and his forceful vision of freedom. This country is a constant work in progress. We’re born with instructions. To form a more perfect union.
Explicit in those words is the idea that we’re imperfect. That what gives each new generation purpose is to take up the unfinished work of the last and carry it further than any might have thought possible. John Lewis, first of the freedom riders, head of the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee, youngest speaker at the March on Washington, leader of the March from Selma to Montgomery, member of Congress, representing the people of this state and this district for 33 years, mentor to young people, including me at the time, until his final day on this Earth, he not only embraced that responsibility but he made it his life’s work. Which isn’t bad for a boy from Troy.
John was born into modest means, that means he was poor. In the heart of the Jim Crow South to parents who picked somebody else’s cotton. Apparently he didn’t take to farm work. On days when he was supposed to help his brothers and sisters with their labor, he’d hide under the porch. And make a break for the school bus when it showed up.
His mother Willie Mae Lewis nurtured this curiosity in this shy, serious child. Once you learn something, she told her son, once you get something inside your head, no one can take it away from you. As a boy, John listened through the door after bedtime as his father’s friends complained about the Klan.
One Sunday, as a teenager, he heard Dr. King preach on the radio. As a college student in Tennessee he signed up for workshops on the tactic of nonviolent civil disobedience. John Lewis was getting something inside his head. An idea he couldn’t shake. Took hold of him. That nonviolent resistance and civil disobedience were the means to change laws but also change hearts and change minds and change nations. And change the world.
So he helped organize the Nashville campaign in 1960. He and other young men and women sat at a segregated lunch counter, well dressed, straight back, refusing to let a milkshake poured on their heads or a cigarette extinguished on their backs or a foot aimed at their ribs, refused to let that dent their dignity. And their sense of purpose. And after a few months the Nashville campaign achieved the first successful desegregation of any major facility in the South.
John got a taste of jail for the first, second, third — well, several times. But he also got a taste of victory. And it consumed him with righteous purpose and took the battle deeper into the South. That same year, just weeks after the Supreme Court ruled that segregation of interstate bus facilities was unconstitutional, John and Bernard Lafayette bought two tickets, climbed aboard a Greyhound, sat up front, and refused to move. This was months before the first official freedom rides. He was doing a test. Trip was unsanctioned. Few knew what they were up to. Every stop through the night, apparently, the angry driver stormed out of the bus and into the bus station.
And John and Bernard had no idea what he might come back with. Or who he might come back with. Nobody was there to protect them. There were no camera crews to record events. You know, sometimes, Reverend, we read about this and we kind of take it for granted. Or at least we act as if it was inevitable.
Imagine the courage of two people Malia’s age, younger than my oldest daughter. On their own. To challenge an entire infrastructure of oppression. John was only 20 years old. But he pushed all 20 of those years to the center of the table, betting everything, all of it that his example could challenge centuries of convention and generations of brutal violence and countless daily indignities suffered by African Americans.
Like John the Baptist preparing the way. Like those old testament prophets speaking truth to kings. John Lewis did not hesitate and he kept on, getting on board buses and sitting at lunch counters, got his mug shot taken again and again. Marched again and again on a mission to change America. Spoke to a quarter million people at the March on Washington when he was just 23. Helped organize the freedom summer in Mississippi when he was just 24.
At the ripe old age of 25, John was asked to lead the March from Selma, Montgomery. He was warned that governor Wallace had ordered troopers to use violence. But he and Jose Williams and others led them across that bridge anyway. And we’ve all seen the film and the photoage and the photographs. President Clinton mentioned the trench coat, the knapsack. The book to read, the apple to eat, the tooth brush. Apparently, jails weren’t big on such creature comforts.
And you look at those pictures and John looked so young and he’s small in stature. Looking every bit that shy, serious child that his mother had raised, and yet he’s full of purpose. God’s put perseverance in him.
And we know what happened to the marchers that day. Their bones were cracked by billy clubs. Their eyes and lungs choked with tear gas. And they knelt to pray, which made their heads easier targets. And John was struck in the skull. And he thought he was going to die. Surrounded by the sight of young Americans gagging and bleeding and trampled. Victims in their own country of state-sponsored violence.
And the thing is, I imagine initially that day the troopers thought they’d won the battle. You can imagine the conversations they had afterward. You can imagine them saying yeah, we showed them. They figured they’d turn the protesters back over the bridge. They kept, they preserved a system that denied the basic humanity of their fellow citizens.
Except this time, there were some cameras there. This time the world saw what happened, bore witness to Black Americans, who were asking for nothing more than to be treated like other Americans. Who were not asking for special treatment, just equal treatment, promised to them a century before and almost another century before that. And when John woke up and checked himself out of the hospital, he would make sure the world saw a movement that was, in the words of Scripture, hard-pressed on every side but not crushed. Perplexed, but not in despair. Persecuted, but not abandoned. Struck down but not destroyed.
They returned to Brown Chapel. A battered prophet. Bandages around his head. And he said more marchers will come now. And the people came. And the troopers parted. And the marchers reached Montgomery. And their words reached the White House. And Lyndon Johnson, son of the South, said we shall overcome. And the Voting Rights Act was signed into law.
The life of John Lewis was, in so many ways, exceptional. It vindicated the faith in our founding. Redeemed that faith. That most American of ideas, the idea that any of us, ordinary people without rank or wealth or title or fame, can somehow point out the imperfections of this nation and come together and challenge the status quo. And decide that it is in our power to remake this country that we love, until it more closely aligns with our highest ideals.
What a radical idea. What a revolutionary notion. This idea that any of us ordinary people, a young kid from Troy, can stand up to the powers and principalities and say no, this isn’t right, this isn’t true. This isn’t just. We can do better. On the battlefield of justice, Americans like John, Americans like reverends Lowery and C.T. Vivian, two other patriots we lost this year, liberated all of us. The many Americans came to take for granted. America was built by people like that. America was built by John Lewises. He, as much as anyone in our history brought this country a little bit closer to our highest ideals.
And someday when we do finish that long journey toward freedom, when we do form a more perfect union, whether it’s years from now or decades or even if it takes another two centuries, John Lewis will be a founding father of that fuller, fairer, better America.
And yet as exceptional as John was, here’s the thing. John never believed that what he did was more than any citizen of this country can do. I mention in the statement that day John passed, the thing about John was how gentle and humble he was. And despite this storied, remarkable career, he treated everyone with kindness and respect because it was innate to him, this idea that any of us can do what he did, if we’re willing to persevere.
He believed that in all of us there exists the capacity for great courage. That in all of us, there’s a longing to do what’s right. That in all of us there’s a willingness to love all people and extend to them God-given rights to dignity and respect.
So many of us lose that sense. It’s taught out of us. We start feeling as if in fact we can’t afford to extend kindness or decency to other people. That we’re better off if we’re above other people. And looking down on them. And so often that’s encouraged in our culture. But John always said he always saw the best in us. And he never gave up. And never stopped speaking out because he saw the best in us.
He believed in us even when we didn’t believe in ourselves. And as a congressman, he didn’t rest. He kept getting himself arrested. As an old man, he didn’t sit out any fight. Sat in all night long on the floor of the United States Capitol. I know his staff was stressed. But the testing of his faith produced perseverance. He knew that the march is not over. That the race is not yet won. That we have not yet reached that blessed destination where we are judged by the content of our character.
He knew from his own life that progress is fragile. That we have to be vigilant against the darker currents of this country’s history. Of our own history. Where there are whirlpools of violence and hatred and despair that can always rise again.
Today we witness with our own eyes police officers kneeling on the necks of black Americans. George Wallace may be gone, but we can witness our federal government sending agents to use tear gas and batons against peaceful demonstrators. We may no longer have to guess the number of jellybeans in a jar to cast a ballot, but even as we sit here, there are those in power who are doing their darnedest to discourage people from voting by closing polling locations and targeting minorities and students with restrictive ID laws and attacking our voting rights with surgical precision, even undermining the postal service in the runup to an election that’s going to be dependent on mail-in ballots so people don’t get sick.
I know there’s a celebration of John’s life. There are some who might say we shouldn’t dwell on such things. But that’s why I’m talking about it. John Lewis devoted his time on this earth fighting the very attacks on democracy and what’s best in America that we’re seeing circulate right now. He knew that every single one of us has a God-given power and that the faith of this democracy depends on how we use it. That democracy isn’t automatic. It has to be nurtured. Has to be tended to.
We have to work at it. It’s hard. And so he knew that it depends on whether we summon a measure, just a measure of John’s moral courage to question what’s right and what’s wrong. And call things as they are. He said as long as he had a breath in his body, he would do everything he could to preserve this democracy, and as long as we have breath in our bodies, we had to continue his cause.
If we want our children to grow up in a democracy, not just with elections, but a true democracy, a representative democracy, and a big-hearted tolerant, vibrant, inclusive America of perpetual self-creation, then we’re going to have to be more like John. We don’t have to do all the things he needed to do because he did them for us. But we got to do something. As the Lord instructed Paul, do not be afraid. Go on speaking. Do not be silent, for I am with you, and no one will attack you to harm you, for I have many in the city who are my people.
Just everybody’s got to come out and vote. We got all those people in the city, but they can’t do nothing. Like John, we’ve got to keep getting into that good trouble. He knew that nonviolent protest is patriotic, a way to raise public awareness and put a spotlight on injustice and make the powers that be uncomfortable. Like John, we don’t have to choose between protests and politics. It’s not an either/or situation. It’s a both/and situation. We have to engage in protests where that’s effective, but we also have to translate our passion and our causes into laws and institutional practices. That’s why John ran for Congress 34 years ago.
Like John, we’ve got to fight even harder for the most powerful tool we have, which is the right to vote. The Voting Rights Act is one of the crowning achievements of the democracy. It’s why John crossed that bridge, why he spilled his blood. By the way, that was the result of Democrat and Republican efforts. President Bush, who spoke here earlier, and his father signed its renewal when they were in office. President Clinton didn’t have to because it was the law when he arrived. So instead he made a law to make it easier for people to vote.
But once the Supreme Court weakened the Voting Rights Act, some state legislators unleashed a flood of laws designed specifically to make voting harder, especially by the way state legislators where there’s a lot of minority turnout and population growth. That’s not necessarily a mystery or an accident. There’s an attack on what John fought for. It was an attack on our democratic freedoms, and we should treat it as such.
If politicians want to honor John, and I’m so grateful for the legacy and work of all the congressional leaders who are here but there’s a better way than a statement calling him a hero. You want to honor John, let’s honor him by revitalizing the law that he was willing to die for. And, by the way, naming the John Lewis Voting Rights Act, that is a fine tribute. But John wouldn’t want us to stop there, just trying to get back to where we already were.
Once we pass the John Lewis Voting Rights Act, we should keep marching. To make it even better. By making sure every American is automatically registered to vote, including former inmates who’ve earned their second chance. By adding polling places, and expanding early voting and making Election Day a national holiday so if you are somebody who’s working in a factory or you’re a single mom who’s got to go to her job and doesn’t get time off, you can still cast your ballot. By guaranteeing that every American citizen has equal representation in our government, including the American citizens who live in Washington, DC, and in Puerto Rico. They’re Americans. By ending some of the partisan gerrymandering. So that all voters have the power to choose their politicians, not the other way around.
And if all this takes eliminating the filibuster, another Jim Crow relic, in order to secure the God-given rights of every American, then that’s what we should do. Even if we do all this, even if every bogus voter suppression law is struck off the books today, we’ve got to be honest with ourselves that too many of us choose not to exercise the franchise. Too many of our citizens believe their vote won’t make a difference, or they buy into the cynicism that, by the way, is the central strategy of voter suppression, to make you discouraged, to stop believing in your own power.
So we’re going to have to remember what John said. If you don’t do anything you can do to change things, then they will remain the same. You only pass this way once. You have to give it all you have. As long as young people are protesting in the streets hoping real change takes hold, I’m hopeful. But we can’t casually abandon them at the ballot box. Not when few elections have been as urgent on so many levels as this one. We can’t treat voting as an errand to run if we have some time. We have to treat it as the most important action we can take. On behalf of democracy, and like John, we have to give it all we have.
I was proud that John Lewis was a friend of mine. I met him when I was in law school. He came to speak. And I went up and I said, “Mr. Lewis, you are one of my heroes. What inspired me more than anything as a young man was to see what you and Reverend Lawson and Bob Moses and Dianne Nash and others did.” And he got that kind of aw, shucks, thank you very much. Next time I saw him, I’d been elected to the United States Senate. And I told him, John, I’m here because of you. And on inauguration day in 2008 — 2009, um, he was one of the first people I greeted and hugged on that stand. And I told him this is your day too.
He was a good and kind and gentle man. And he believed in us, even when we don’t believe in ourselves. And it’s fitting the last time John and I shared a public forum was on Zoom. And I’m pretty sure neither he nor I set up the Zoom call because we didn’t know how to work it. It was a virtual town hall with a gathering of young actors who had been helping to lead this summer’s demonstrations in the wake of George Floyd’s death. And afterward, I spoke to John privately. And he could not have been prouder to see this new generation of activists standing up for freedom and equality. A new generation that was intent on voting and protecting the right to vote. In some cases, running for political office.
And I told him all those young people, John, of every race and every religion from every background and gender and sexual orientation, John, those are your children. They learned from your example. Even if they didn’t always know it. They had understood through him what American citizenship requires, even if they’d only heard about his courage through the history books. By the thousands, faceless, anonymous young people have taken our nation back to those great wells of democracy dug deep by the founding fathers in the formulation of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence.
Dr. King said that in the 1960s. And it came true again this summer. We see it outside our windows in big cities and rural towns. And men and women, young and old, straight Americans, and LGBTQ Americans, Blacks who long for equal treatment and whites who can no longer accept freedom for themselves while witnessing the subjugation of their fellow Americans. We see it in everybody doing the hard work of overcoming complacency, of overcoming our own fears and our own prejudices. Our own hatreds.
You see it in people trying to be better, truer versions of ourselves. And that’s what John Lewis teaches us. That’s where real courage comes from. Not from turning on each other. But by turning towards one another. Not by sowing hatred and division but by spreading love and truth. Not by avoiding our responsibilities to create a better America and a better world but by embracing those responsibilities with joy and perseverance. And discovering that, in our beloved community, we do not walk alone. What a gift John Lewis was. We are also lucky to have had him walk with us for a while and show us the way. God bless you all. God bless America. God bless this gentle soul who pulled us closer to his promise. Thank you very much.