If dream were practice, oh what a community!

From: Cunningham, Donald (cunningh@indiana.edu)
Date: Mon Jan 21 2002 - 06:34:32 PST


Martin Luther King Jr. - August 28, 1963

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history the
greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation. Five score
years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed
the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon
of hope to millions of slaves, who had been seared in the flames of
withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of
their captivity. But one hundred years later, the colored America is still
not free. One hundred years later, the life of the colored American is still
sadly crippled by the manacle of segregation and the chains of
discrimination.

One hundred years later, the colored American lives on a lonely island of
poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred
years later, the colored American is still languishing in the corners of
American society and finds himself an exile in his own land So we have come
here today to dramatize a shameful condition. In a sense we have come to our
Nation's Capital to cash a check. When the architects of our great republic
wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of
Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American
was to fall heir.

This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men,
would be guaranteed to the inalienable rights of life liberty and the
pursuit of happiness.

It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note
insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this
sacred obligation, America has given its colored people a bad check, a check
that has come back marked "insufficient funds."

But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to
believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity
of this nation. So we have come to cash this check, a check that will give
us upon demand the riches of freedom and security of justice.

We have also come to his hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce
urgency of Now. This is not time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or
to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism.

Now is the time to make real the promise of democracy.

Now it the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to
the sunlit path of racial justice.

Now it the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice
to the solid rock of brotherhood.

Now is the time to make justice a reality to all of God's children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment and
to underestimate the determination of it's colored citizens. This sweltering
summer of the colored people's legitimate discontent will not pass until
there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen
sixty-three is not an end but a beginning. Those who hope that the colored
Americans needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude
awakening if the nation returns to business as usual.

There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the colored
citizen is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will
continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of
justice emerges.

We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of
travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of
the cities.

We cannot be satisfied as long as the colored person's basic mobility is
from a smaller ghetto to a larger one.

We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their
selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating "for white only."

We cannot be satisfied as long as a colored person in Mississippi cannot
vote and a colored person in New York believes he has nothing for which to
vote.

No, no we are not satisfied and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls
down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of your trials and
tribulations. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom
left you battered by storms of persecutions and staggered by the winds of
police brutality.

You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the
faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina go
back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of
our modern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be
changed.

Let us not wallow in the valley of despair. I say to you, my friends, we
have the difficulties of today and tomorrow.

I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true
meaning of its creed. We hold these truths to be self-evident that all men
are created equal.

I have a dream that one day out in the red hills of Georgia the sons of
former slaves and the sons of former slaveowners will be able to sit down
together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state
sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of
freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation
where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by their
character.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with
its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and
nullification; that one day right down in Alabama little black boys and
black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white
girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be engulfed, every hill shall
be exalted and every mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be
made plains and the crooked places will be made straight and the glory of
the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together.

This is our hope. This is the faith that I will go back to the South with.
With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a
stone of hope.

With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our
nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood.

With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to
struggle together, to go to jail together, to climb up for freedom together,
knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with
new meaning "My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.
Land where my father's died, land of the Pilgrim's pride, from every
mountainside, let freedom ring!"

And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true. So let
freedom ring from the hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the
mighty mountains of New York.

Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.

Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.

But not only that, let freedom, ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi and every
mountainside.

When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every tenement and every
hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that
day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles,
Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words
of the old spiritual, "Free at last, free at last. Thank God Almighty, we
are free at last."



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