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Thank you, Tom.<br><br>May it be.<br><br>Keely<br>http://keely-prevailingwinds.blogspot.com/<br><br><br><br><br>> To: vision2020@moscow.com<br>> From: thansen@moscow.com<br>> Date: Mon, 19 Jan 2009 14:50:56 +0000<br>> Subject: [Vision2020] Dr. Martin Luther King Jr: "I Have a Dream"<br>> <br>> Dr. Martin Luther King's "I Have a Dream" Speech<br>> <br>> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PbUtL_0vAJk<br>> <br>> http://www.notonthepalouse.com/Dream.htm<br>> <br>> ----------------------------<br>> <br>> I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the <br>> greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation. <br>> <br>> Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand <br>> today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as <br>> a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves, who had been <br>> seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak <br>> to end the long night of their captivity. <br>> <br>> But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred <br>> years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles <br>> of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, <br>> the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean <br>> of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still <br>> languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile <br>> in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful <br>> condition. <br>> <br>> In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the <br>> architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution <br>> and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note <br>> to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all <br>> men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the <br>> unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. It is <br>> obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar <br>> as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred <br>> obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which <br>> has come back marked "insufficient funds." <br>> <br>> But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse <br>> to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of <br>> opportunity of this nation. And so we have come to cash this check, a <br>> check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security <br>> of justice. <br>> <br>> We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce <br>> urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or <br>> to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real <br>> the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and <br>> desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now <br>> is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to <br>> the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality <br>> for all of God's children. <br>> <br>> It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. <br>> This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass <br>> until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen <br>> sixty-three is not an end but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro <br>> needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude <br>> awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be <br>> neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his <br>> citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the <br>> foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges. <br>> <br>> But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm <br>> threshold, which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of <br>> gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us <br>> not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of <br>> bitterness and hatred. We must ever conduct our struggle on the high plane <br>> of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to <br>> degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the <br>> majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. <br>> <br>> The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must <br>> not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white <br>> brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize <br>> that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to <br>> realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot <br>> walk alone. <br>> <br>> And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. <br>> We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil <br>> rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as <br>> the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We <br>> can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of <br>> travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels <br>> of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi <br>> cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to <br>> vote. No, no, we are not satisfied and we will not be satisfied until <br>> justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream. <br>> <br>> I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and <br>> tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of <br>> you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by <br>> the storms of persecutions and staggered by the winds of police brutality. <br>> You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with <br>> the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, <br>> go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back <br>> to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, <br>> knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not <br>> wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends. And so <br>> even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a <br>> dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream. <br>> <br>> I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true <br>> meaning of its creed: We hold these truths to be self-evident that all men <br>> are created equal. <br>> <br>> I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former <br>> slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down <br>> together at the table of brotherhood. <br>> <br>> I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state <br>> sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of <br>> oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice. <br>> <br>> I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation <br>> where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the <br>> content of their character. I have a dream today! <br>> <br>> I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, <br>> with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition <br>> and nullification; one day right down in Alabama little black boys and <br>> black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white <br>> girls as sisters and brothers. I have a dream today! <br>> <br>> I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill <br>> and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and <br>> the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall <br>> be revealed and all flesh shall see it together. <br>> <br>> This is our hope. This is the faith that I will go back to the South with. <br>> With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a <br>> stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling <br>> discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this <br>> faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle <br>> together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, <br>> knowing that we will be free one day. And this will be the day, this will <br>> be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new <br>> meaning, "My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. <br>> Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride, from every <br>> mountainside, let freedom ring!" And if America is to be a great nation, <br>> this must become true. <br>> <br>> And so let freedom ring -- from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. <br>> <br>> Let freedom ring -- from the mighty mountains of New York. <br>> <br>> Let freedom ring -- from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania. <br>> <br>> Let freedom ring -- from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado. <br>> <br>> Let freedom ring -- from the curvaceous slopes of California. <br>> <br>> But not only that. <br>> <br>> Let freedom ring -- from Stone Mountain of Georgia. <br>> <br>> Let freedom ring -- from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee. <br>> <br>> Let freedom ring -- from every hill and molehill of Mississippi, <br>> <br>> from every mountainside, let freedom ring! <br>> <br>> And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring <br>> from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we <br>> will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men <br>> and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able <br>> to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, <br>> <br>> "Free at last, free at last. <br>> <br>> Thank God Almighty, we are free at last."<br>> <br>> ----------------------------<br>> <br>> Seeya round town, Moscow.<br>> <br>> Tom Hansen<br>> Moscow, Idaho<br>> <br>> <br>> ---------------------------------------------<br>> This message was sent by First Step Internet.<br>> http://www.fsr.com/<br>> <br>> <br>> =======================================================<br>> List services made available by First Step Internet, <br>> serving the communities of the Palouse since 1994. <br>> http://www.fsr.net <br>> mailto:Vision2020@moscow.com<br>> =======================================================<br><br /><hr />Windows Live™: Keep your life in sync. <a href='http://windowslive.com/howitworks?ocid=TXT_TAGLM_WL_t1_allup_howitworks_012009' target='_new'>See how it works.</a></body>
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