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I know those loony leftards will be up in arms with this one – below is the full text of MLK’s “I Have a Dream” speech. You know they have to be asking themselves “How dare that racist conservative usurp King. It’s blasphemy!”
Well – despite the racist left’s idiocy – most conservatives – and most Americans for that matter – are not racists. I was 4 years old when King was murdered. I don’t remember it. However, I grew up in the military and my first 10 years of life were in the south. I don’t recall any racism during that period of time and I don’t have any recollection at all of having any overtly racist tendencies. In fact, my neighbors in North Carolina were black and I thought they were the best. They had a chicken coop out in back and the father used to let my brother and I help him catch the chickens. You can bet I have an ever-lasting memory of him cutting the head off the chicken. I actually know what it means when someone says “Like a chicken with their head cut off.” That was one of the most terrifying, yet funniest, memories I have. That was also when I learned that I really like pork rinds. They used to fry them up and pass ‘em around. Although their son was a few years older than I, we had some great times playing together.
When I was in High School I did a paper on MLK. I learned a lot about the man. When I was in college, I did some more research on MLK – and found out that he wasn’t necessarily a great “man” – he was more of a philanderer than anything – but – he was a great orator and his speeches were astounding. I believe he wrote his speeches so that he could personally try to achieve his own dream. I passed what I learned on to my kids – each of them have done reports on King as well and what it means to be equal. I’ve had discussions now with little BoBo (he is only 6) about what it means for all people to be treated equally and what MLK’s speech meant. Of course, I have to tread lightly with him at his age – I’m not really ready to start answering other questions about why there are people who dislike others just because of the color of their skin. My son is color blind with regards to race and his friends, teachers, and everything else he encounters. That is the way I want it and I hope he too can pass these ideas on to his kids. As a true believer and follower of the U.S. Constitution – I believe racism has no place in our society. That is the law of the land – and – the law of the land has done away with the color barrier. We as Americans need to do the same. We should all be judged on the content of our character – never on the color of our skin.
So, without further adieu – here is the full text of Martin Luther King, Jr’s full “I Have a Dream” speech that he gave on August 28, 1963 at the Lincoln Memorial.
I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as 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 light of hope to millions of Negro 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 Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro 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 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 the unalienable 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 the Negro people a bad check, a check which 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 the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no 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 promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quick sands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God’s children.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro’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 Negro 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 Negro 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.
But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.
We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. They have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.
As we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, “When will you be satisfied?” We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. 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 Negro’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 Whites Only”. We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro 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 great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution 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 northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.
I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face 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 on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners 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 injustice, 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 the content of 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; one day right there 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 exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, 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 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 stand 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 a new meaning, “My country, ’tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers 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 prodigious 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 snowcapped 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 Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village 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 Negro spiritual, “Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!”
This story comes via Larry over at Last Refuge of a Scoundrel – Be prepared to break out the Clue-bats on this one!!! I’m sure everyone has heard by now about the story of the Canadian man who was slaughtered while he slept on a Greyhound bus. Do – I really need to go in to the gory details of his demise? Well, turns out, he was a 22 year old young man returning home from a temporary gig as a booth operator at some festival. The young man’s name was Tim McLean, Jr. You can read about him and his family here.
Now – lets’ bring in the real assholes now! His demise was absolutely horrific and his family is suffering and still trying to get over this tragedy of tragedies. Well, Pastor “I hate fags” Fred “I’m the biggest douchebag” Phelps and his loonies from the Westboro Baptist Church has decided they are going to picket this young man’s funeral!! These people are not Christians and they bring shame to the religion.
Oh..nooooo…it’s not enough for these assholes to picket our soldier’s funerals, now they’ve gone international to picket an innocent young man’s interment. What the flying freakin fuck is going on with these nutjobs!?!?! What the hell did this young man and his family do to deserve this? Isn’t it bad enough that he was unlucky enough to sit next to some psychopath on his way home? Now, his family have to deal with a whole group of psychopaths? I sure hope there is a group of individuals up there in Canada like the motorcycle ridin’ Patriot Guard Riders who will stand in their way.
Naw..strike that…I hope there is a group of individuals up there willing to bring clue-bats and beat the living snot out of these people. People like this group of bigoted idiots should be locked away! Oh…there’s an idea…Canada is all about locking up people for hate speech crimes – perhaps we’ll get the RCMP up there to ride their horses over these assholes a couple times before they throw them in a Canadian clink.
R.I.P. Tim McLean, Jr.
I initially received an e-mail from a friend with this in it…so…I vetted it first. As it turns out, this was an actual letter to the editor in the Richmond Times. It was titled “Beware of Charismatic Men Who Preach ‘Change.’ Something to think about!
Dear Editor, Times-Dispatch:
Each year I get to celebrate Independence Day twice. On June 30 I celebrate my independence day, and on July 4 I celebrate America ‘s. This year is special, because it marks the 40th anniversary of my Independence.
On June 30, 1968, I escaped Communist Cuba, and a few months later, I was in the United States to stay. That I happened to arrive in Richmond on Thanksgiving Day is just part of the story, but I digress.
I’ve thought a lot about the anniversary this year. The election-year rhetoric has made me think a lot about Cuba and what transpired there. In the late 1950s, most Cubans thought Cuba needed a change, so when a young leader came along, every Cuban was at least receptive.
When the young leader spoke eloquently and passionately and denounced the old system, the press fell in love with him. They never questioned who his friends were or what he really believed in. When he said he would help the farmers and the poor and bring free medical care and education to all, everyone followed. When he said he would bring justice and equality to all, everyone said, ‘Praise the Lord.’ And when the young leader said, ‘I will be for change and I’ll bring you change,’ everyone yelled, ‘Viva Fidel!’
But nobody asked about the change, so by the time the executioner’s guns went silent, the people’s guns had been taken away. By the time everyone was equal, they were equally poor, hungry, and oppressed. By the time everyone received their free education, it was worth nothing. By the time the press noticed, it was too late, because they were now working for him. By the time the change was finally implemented, Cuba had been knocked down a couple of notches to Third-World status. By the time the change was over, more than a million people had taken to boats, rafts, and inner tubes. You can call those who made it ashore anywhere else in the world the most fortunate Cubans. And now I’m back to the beginning of my story.
Luckily, we in America would never fall for a young leader who promised change without asking, what change? How will you carry it out? What will it cost America ?
Manuel Alvarez, Jr., Sandy Hook
I also checked this out on Snopes.com. They dug up a New York Times article from that same period of time that appears to confirm what the individual above was stating:
In the end, Castro kept everyone sufficiently confused about his intentions that at the conclusion of the revolution, the New York Times reported of him:Fidel Castro has said, “My only aim is to bring democracy to Cuba.” He has also disavowed any personal ambitions or desire to rule the country himself.But precisely what he believes in, and what kind of social, economic and political program is now in store for Cuba is shrouded in ambiguity. Some of his pronouncements have had a Socialist tinge, but Castro has insisted that he is neither a Socialist nor a Communist.
Last updated: 31 July 2008