but what else is there to do when you are alone for days in the dull monotony of a narrow jail cell other than write long letters, think strange thoughts, and pray long prayers?
This seems very poetic for our own society. In a literal sense Dr. King is being imprisoned and has no choice but to pray and hope things will be better. Yet how is that any different for the people scared to leave their house, in fear that they may be attacked just for the color of their skin.