Who is Martin Luther King?

Martin Luther King (1929-1968 AD), an American black lawyer and a famous leader of the black civil rights movement. He was arrested three times and assassinated three times in his life. He won the Nobel Peace Prize in 1964. Shot to death by racists in 1968. He is known as one of the eight most persuasive speakers in the past century. In 1963, he led 250,000 people to march on Washington in the "March" to fight for freedom, equality and employment for black people. Martin Luther King delivered this famous speech at a rally.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand 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 captivity.

100 years ago, a great American - whose symbolic figure we stand today - Signed the Emancipation Proclamation. The promulgation of this important law was like a huge beacon of hope for millions of black slaves who were burned in the flames of injustice, like a joyful dawn that ended the long night of imprisonment.

But one hundred years later, we must face the tragic fact that the Negro is still 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 an appalling condition.

However, 100 years later, black people still have not gained freedom. 100 years later, black people are still hobbling miserably under the yoke of segregation and racial discrimination. 100 years later, black people still live on an isolated island of poverty in a sea of ??material prosperity. 100 years later, black people still weep in the corners of American society and still feel that they are homeless in their homeland. So we are here today to bring this appalling situation to light.

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 would be guaranteed the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

In a sense, we came to the country's The capital is about cashing a check. When the founders of our Republic wrote the glorious pages of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they signed a promissory note that every American can inherit. This promissory note promised all men—white and black—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 the Negro people a bad 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.

However, today the United States is clearly against her of colored citizens are in default on this promissory note. Instead of honoring this sacred debt, America began giving Black people a bad check—a check that bounced back marked “insufficient funds.” But we never believe that the bank of justice will go bankrupt. We cannot believe that this country's vast reservoir of opportunity will be underfunded.

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.

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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 rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to open the doors of opportunity to all of God's children. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood.

We come to this holy land to remind America: Now This is an extremely urgent moment. Now is not the time to take things easy or take the sedative of incrementalism. Now is the time to realize the promise of democracy. Now is the time to emerge from the dark, desolate valley of segregation and onto the sunny path of racial equality. Now is the time to lift our nation out of the quicksand of racial injustice and onto the rock of brotherhood. Now is the time for true justice for 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 the Negro. 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.

Ignoring the urgency of this moment would be fatal to the country. Until the glorious autumn of freedom and equality arrives, the scorching summer of black people’s reasonable and plaintive complaints will not pass. 1963 was 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.

If the country continues to go its own way, those who hope that black people can just vent their anger will be satisfied Will be disappointed. There will be neither peace nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted citizenship. The whirlwind of rebellion will continue to shake the foundation of our nation until the glorious day of justice.

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 we not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.

But there is something I must say to those who stand on the perilous threshold to the Palace of Justice. As we strive for legal status, we must not do anything wrong that leads to crime. We must not drink the bitter wine of hatred to quench our thirst for freedom.

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.

We should always fight with decency and discipline. We cannot allow our creative protests to degenerate into violent actions. We should constantly rise to the lofty realm of using the power of the soul to deal with the power of the body.

The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to 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 their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.

The new miraculous militancy sweeping through black society should not lead us to distrust all white people - because many white people Brothers have realized that their destiny is closely linked with our destiny, and their freedom is closely linked with our freedom. The fact that they are here today at the rally is proof of that.

We cannot walk alone. And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall 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 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 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.

We cannot act alone. When we act, we must keep moving forward. We cannot retreat. People who are passionate about the civil rights movement are asked, "When will you be satisfied?" We will never be satisfied as long as black people remain the victims of unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We are never satisfied as long as we are turned away from highway motels and city hotels after we have exhausted our travels. We will never be satisfied as long as the negro's basic range of movement is limited to the narrow ghetto to the larger ghetto. We will never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their individuality and dignity by a "Whites Only" sign. We will never be satisfied as long as the Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and the Negro in New York feels that he has nothing to do with it. No, no, we will not be satisfied until justice flows like water and righteousness like a fountain.

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 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.

It’s not that I haven’t noticed that some of you I went through many hardships to get here. Some of you have just stepped out of your tiny cells. Some come from areas where their pursuit of freedom has been battered by storms of persecution and rampant police brutality. You have gone through many hardships and hardships. Keep working hard and believe: innocent people who suffer will be saved in the end.

Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, 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.

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 ghettos and ghettos of our northern cities. Know that this can and will change. We must not sink into the abyss of despair.

I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

< p>Friends, today I want to tell you that despite the current difficulties, I still have a dream. This dream is 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."

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

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

< p>I have a dream that one day even, in the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves can sit at the same table as the sons of former slave owners, as close as brothers.

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

I have a dream that one day, even Mississippi—a state of injustice And the desert state where the heat of oppression is pressing will be transformed into a green oasis of freedom and justice

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

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day the state of. Alabama, whose governor's lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream that one day things will change in Alabama—despite the state’s governor still spouting talk about challenging federal statutes and refusing to enforce them—where black children can and white children walking hand in hand as brothers and sisters.

I have a dream today.

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.

I have a dream that one day, the deep valleys will be bridged, the mountains will be leveled, the misguided roads will become smooth, the winding paths will become thoroughfares, the glory of God will reappear, and all living things will be restored. *** Ye.

This is our hope. This is the faith with which I return to the South. 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 is our hope. This is a belief I will take with me to the South. With this belief, we can dig out the stone of hope from the mountain of despair. With this faith we can transform the cacophony of quarrels in this country into a sweet symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we can work together, pray together, fight together, go to jail together, and defend freedom together, because we know that one day we will be free.

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."

From this day forward, all of God's children will be able to sing this song with new meaning:

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Lovely land of freedom,

I sing for you.

This is the place where my ancestors died.

This is the place where early immigrants were proud.

Let the voice of freedom ring.

Penetrate every hill.

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 peaks 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 every molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

This must happen if America is to be a great nation. So let freedom ring from the mighty heights of New Hampshire!

Let freedom ring through the mountains of New York State!

Let freedom ring from Pennsylvania’s Allegheny Peaks!

Let freedom ring through Colorado’s snow-capped Rocky Mountains!

Let freedom ring through the graceful peaks of California!

No, not just that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain, Georgia!

Let freedom ring through Lookout Mountain, Tennessee!

Let freedom ring from every mountain and every mound of Mississippi!

Let the voice of freedom ring from every hill!

When we let 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!"

When we let the voice of freedom ring, when we let the voice of freedom ring in every big village, every state capital, and every town, we can speed up the arrival of this day. Then all of God's children, black and white, Jew and Gentile, Jesus and Catholic, will be able to join hands and sing that old Negro spiritual: "Free at last! Free at last! Thank the Almighty God, we are free at last!"