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The 50th anniversay of Martin Luther King Jr.’s “I Have a Dream” speech

28 agosto 2013

The 50th anniversay of Martin Luther King Jr.’s “I Have a Dream” speech

Today marks the 50th anniversay of Martin Luther King Jr.’s “I Have a Dream” speech: on Wednesday, August 28, 1963, at the Lincoln Memorial in Washington D.C., Dr. King,. created an emotional and fundamental moment in human history. A cornerstone.

  1. Martin Luther King’s “I Have a Dream” spee…
  2. I HAVE A DREAM… MARTIN LUTHER KING – August 28, 1963
  3. 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 100 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 languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an
    exile in his own land. And so we’ve come here today to dramatize a
    shameful condition.

    In a sense we’ve 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

    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 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. And so we’ve 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 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 quicksands
    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.
    1963 is not an end but a beginning. Those who hoped 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. And 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 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, and 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, 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. And 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 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 Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.

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

    Let freedom ring. And when this happens, and when we allow freedom
    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!”

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