Reverend Malcolm Boyd
April, 1967
"God Is Dead. At least a god is dead. The white god, the nationalistic American god, he's dead, dead, dead. Goddamn it! Dead!" So speaks the Reverend Malcolm Boyd, a balding, battling, 43-year-old Episcopal priest who, in 1951, left his lucrative partnership in a Hollywood TV-radio company for seminary school and who now is the outspoken apostle of a new approach to divine communication--pop prayer. Father Boyd's pulpit is often the night-club-espresso-house stage (last fall, at San Fr...
