"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.
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!"
It’s great to have a day off from work today and not think much of what the day is used for (which I did often when I was a kid). Although, this year there is much more significance in the day that Martin Luther King Jr’s birth would mean for the greater cause. Does anyone else think that it is very weird that Mr. President Elect (for the last time) Barack Hussian Obama will be elected into office the day after Mr. Martin Luther King spoke on the steps in Washington DC for a dream? A dream that all men are created equal, a passion for his dream to become reality, where there is finally some change in a string of presidents within the United States from a white to an African American to being President?
Also weirdness that I have heard that Lincoln’s Bicentennial is this year and I have heard that:
“President-Elect Obama will be sworn into office on January 20, 2009. Most Presidents state their oath of office using a special Bible, for example their personal family bible. But this President-Elect has decided to use the exact bible that President Abraham Lincoln used when he became President. Barack Obama has identified Lincoln as the one President from the past he admires the most, and is taking great pride and honor in having the ability to use the same bible that is part of the collection at the Library of Congress in his inauguration.”
President Elect Obama idolizes past President Mr. Abraham Lincoln, honors him in every way and symbolizes truth, justice and hope. Many believe that Obama is a god or super hero, although his charisma, character and hope brings a new meaning to the United States. Let him prove what he hopes to bring is true, let him work and do diligence and not be corrupt in the political society of the US government and bring back hope and true meaning of freedom that the United States symbolizes.
On this day, I awoke in having an agenda; not running this weekend was a good feeling to my legs which are eager, but still roughened by the long two year’s before. I have asked a whole lot from these legs and they had gotten rest. I awoke with an agenda to do a double and run in the morning and evening. Morning run had to be before meeting up with JM and I knew that. I awoke early, went to the east side and it was beautiful. The sun was just peering out the sky and the trees were shaken with snow and it was a true winter wonderland. It was amazing the path, but that had not been plowed or even touched in some areas…which was good and bad. The good thing was the true feeling of going through snow, the bad thing: slippage. The whole eastside was like this until you got under the FDR and Chinatown area. Cute snow bunny gals passed me by: of course I had to look…but, it was straight training. Ease ability and injury free running as that was the first and foremost important thing today. I had to run a little faster, but stayed on track. Passed the Staten Island ferry and though to myself, let’s do the whole thing…but minus the piers. I went around to Battery Park, as I had checked this out on Friday. The plane was no more lingering in the water and the police and TV productions were gone. I pushed on staying on the bike path rather than going anywhere close to the piers and boardwalk, it was good to because I didn’t need the snow and slippage factor.
As I entered back into the city, I usually do a little speedwork. Since the roads were clear and not many people were on the sidewalks, I would race, keeping my rotation of speed/tempo in tact in running the avenues. Sprint, stop, sprint, stop…a van was going back and forth, as I had a head start from the red lights, but I made it back to my house with an empty tank of gas in my legs (which I usually go all out in the last one…but there was no response from my legs)…
It was a good run…needed to catch up with James. A quick trip to TJ’s and chores and then shower…then, dim sum with James...