I have a dream (Martin. Lu Se. Gold)

Martin Luther king.

28 August 1963

Martin Luther King (A.D. 1929 1968), an American black lawyer and a famous leader of the black civil rights movement, was arrested and assassinated three times in his life, won the Nobel Peace Prize in 1964, and was shot dead by racists in 1968. He is regarded as one of the eight most persuasive speakers in the past hundred years.

100 years ago, a great American stood in front of his symbolic figure today and signed and promulgated this important law. For millions of slaves scorched in the unjust flame, it is like a huge lighthouse that brings hope, just like the happy dawn that ended the long night of imprisonment.

However, 65,438+000 years later, blacks are still not free. After 65,438+000 years, blacks are still tragically hobbled under the yoke of apartheid and racial discrimination. After 65,438+000 years, black people still live on an isolated island of poverty in the sea of Wang Yang, where material prosperity exists. After 65,438+000 years, blacks are still languishing in the corner of American society and still feel that they are wandering in their native land.

In a sense, we came to our capital to cash a check. When the founders of our country drafted the glorious chapter of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they signed a promissory note that every American could inherit. This promissory note promises to everyone that both whites and blacks will enjoy the inalienable right to life freedom and the right to pursue happiness.

Today, however, it is obvious that the United States owes its colored citizens this promissory note. Instead of honoring this sacred debt, the United States began to give black people a bad check, a check that was returned with the seal of insufficient funds. However, we never believe that just banks will go bankrupt, and we never believe that this country's huge treasure house of opportunities will be short of funds.

Therefore, let's cash this check, which will give us a valuable guarantee of freedom and justice.

We have also come to this holy place to remind the United States that this is an extremely urgent moment, and it is not the time to take it easy or take the sedative of gradualism. Now is the time to realize the promise of democracy. It's time for out of the dark's desolate apartheid valley to embark on a racial equality sunshine avenue. It's time for our country to walk out of the quicksand of racial inequality and step on the rock full of brotherhood. Now is the time for all children of God to truly enjoy justice.

Ignoring the urgency of this moment will be fatal to this country. Without the bright autumn colors of freedom and equality, the heat of black people's reasonable complaints will not pass. 1963 is not the end, but the beginning.

If this country goes its own way, those who want black people to be satisfied just by venting their anger will be disappointed. Before the black people get their citizenship, the whirlwind of resistance will continue to shake the cornerstone of our country until the glorious day of justice comes.

However, for those who stand on the dangerous threshold leading to the palace of justice, I have something to say. In the process of striving for legal identity, we must not make mistakes and lead to crimes. We must never swallow the bitter wine of hatred to relieve our desire for freedom.

We should always fight with dignity and discipline. We can't let our creative protests turn into violent actions. We should constantly sublimate to the lofty realm of dealing with physical strength with soul strength.

The new miraculous fighting spirit sweeping across the black society should not lead us to distrust all white people, because many white brothers have realized that their destiny is closely related to ours, and their freedom is closely related to ours, as evidenced by their coming here to attend the rally today.

We can't act alone. When we act, we must make sure to go forward bravely. We cannot retreat. People who are enthusiastic about the civil rights movement are asked: when will you be satisfied? As long as black people are still victims of unspeakable police brutality and terror, we will never be satisfied. We will never be satisfied as long as we are shut out of the car tour hotels and city hotels beside the highway after a tiring journey. As long as the basic activities of black people are confined to a narrow black residential area to a larger black residential area, we will never be satisfied. We will never be satisfied as long as our children are deprived of their individuality and dignity by white symbols, as long as the blacks in Mississippi can't participate in the election, and as long as the blacks in new york think that they have nothing to do with the election. No, no, we will never be satisfied until justice flows like water and gushes out like a spring.

It's not that I haven't noticed that some of you have come here through hardships. Some of you have just stepped out of your cells, and some of you come from areas ravaged by persecution storms and police brutality in pursuit of freedom. You've been through a lot of hardships. Keep working hard and believe that innocent suffering will eventually be saved.

Go back to Mississippi; Back to Alabama; Back to South Carolina; Go back to Georgia; Back to Louisiana; Back to the slums and black neighborhoods of our northern cities. You know, this situation can and will change, and we can't fall into the abyss of despair.

My friends, today I want to tell you that despite the current difficulties, I still have a dream, which is deeply rooted in the American dream.

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

I have a dream that one day on the red hill in Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together and share brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even Mississippi, an unjust and oppressive desert state, will become an oasis of freedom and justice.

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

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day, Alabama will change, even though the governor of Alabama still talks about challenging and refusing to enforce federal laws, where black children can join hands with white children as brothers and sisters.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day, deep valleys will be closed, mountains will be leveled, roads will be smooth, winding paths will become thoroughfares, the glory of God will reappear, and all creatures in the world will be admired.

This is our hope, and this is the belief that I will bring back to the south. With this belief, we can mine the stone of hope from the mountain of despair. With this belief, we can turn the noisy and harsh quarrel in this country into a musical symphony full of brotherhood. With this belief, we can work together, pray together, struggle together, go to jail together and safeguard freedom together, because we know that we will be free one day.

From this day on, all children of God can sing this song with a new meaning:

My motherland,

Lovely king of thailand,

I'm song for you.

This is where my ancestors died,

This is the pride of early immigrants,

Let freedom ring,

From every hill

If America is to become a great country, it must be realized. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire!

Let freedom ring from the mountains of new york!

Let freedom ring from Allegheny Peak in Pennsylvania!

Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Loki Mountains of Colorado!

Let freedom ring from the beautiful peaks of California!

No, not only that; Let freedom ring from stone mountain of Georgia!

Let freedom ring from lookout mountain in Tennessee!

Let freedom ring from every mountainside of Mississippi!

Let freedom ring from every hillside!

When we let freedom ring, when we let freedom ring from every village and town, we can speed up the arrival of this day. At that time, all the children of God, blacks and whites, Jews and Gentiles, Christians and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing the old song of the black soul: Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!