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I Have a Dream When we act, we must keep moving forward. We cannot go backwards. Now some people who are passionate about the civil rights movement are asking, "When will you be satisfied?" We will never be satisfied as long as black people continue to suffer unspeakable brutality from the police. We will never be satisfied as long as our travel-weary bodies cannot find lodging in highway motels and city hotels. We will never be satisfied as long as the basic range of activities for black people is only to move from small ghettos where minorities live to large ghettos. We will never be satisfied as long as there is one Negro in Mississippi who cannot vote, as long as there is one Negro in New York who thinks that his vote will make no difference. No! We are not satisfied now, and we will not be satisfied in the future, unless justice and justice are like the waves of the river and sea, surging and rolling in. It is not that I have not failed to notice that some of the people participating in today’s rally have suffered and been tortured; some have just stepped out of their narrow cells; some have suffered from crazy persecution in their places of residence and have been exposed to the whirlwind of police brutality because of their pursuit of freedom. Shaky. You are the chronic sufferers of man-made suffering. Hang in there and believe that enduring undeserved pain is a form of atonement. Let us 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, and let us go back to our hearts. Obviously, this situation can and will change. Let us not sink into despair and be unable to extricate ourselves. Friends, I tell you today that at this moment, although we are suffering from all kinds of difficulties and setbacks, I still have a dream. This dream is deeply rooted in the American dream. I have a dream that one day this nation will stand up and truly 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 old days The sons of slaves will be able to sit with the sons of former slave owners and talk about brotherhood. I have a dream that one day, even Mississippi, a desert-like place where justice is lost and oppression reigns, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice. I have a dream that one day my four children will live in a country 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 will be transformed, and that one day, despite its dissident governor and federal edicts, black boys and girls will be able to walk hand in hand with white boys and girls. I have a dream today. I dream that one day, the valleys will rise, the mountains will descend, the rough and tortuous roads will become smooth, and the Holy Light will be revealed and shine on the world. This is our hope. I returned to the South with this belief in mind. With this belief, we will be able to carve out a stone of hope from the abyss of despair. With this faith, we can transform the cacophony of bickering in this country into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this belief, we will be able to work together, pray together, fight together, go to jail together, and defend freedom together, because we know that one day, we will be free. On the day when freedom comes, all God's children will sing this song with new meaning: "My country, the beautiful land of freedom, I sing for you. You are the place where our fathers died, you are the first immigrants Pride, let freedom ring from every hill." If America is to become a great nation, this dream must come true. Let freedom ring from the towering peaks of New Hampshire! Let freedom ring from the mountains of New York State? Let freedom ring from the peaks of the Allegheny Mountains of Pennsylvania! Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rocky Mountains of Colorado! Let freedom ring from the winding peaks of California? Not only that, but to let freedom ring from the Rockies of Georgia? Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain in Tennessee! Let freedom ring from every hill in Mississippi? Let freedom ring from every hillside.

When we let freedom ring, when we let freedom ring from every village big and small, from every state, and every city, we will be able to hasten the day when all of God's children, black and white, Jews and non-Jews, Christians and Catholics, will join hands and sing an ancient black spiritual song: "Free at last! Free at last! Thank the Almighty God, we are free at last!"