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SUMMARY:MLK jr : FREE AT LAST SPEECH
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	free-at-last-speech/\n\n\n\n	OR\n\n\n\n	Five score years ago\, a great Ame
	rican\, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today\, signed the Emancipation 
	Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope t
	o 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 cap
	tivity.\n\nBut 100 years later\, the Negro still is not free. One hundred 
	years later\, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacle
	s 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 oc
	ean of material prosperity. One hundred years later the Negro is still lan
	guished in the corners of American society and finds himself in exile in h
	is own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful conditio
	n. In a sense we've come to our nation's capital to cash a check.\n\n \n\n
	When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Con
	stitution and the Declaration of Independence\, they were signing a promis
	sory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promis
	e that all men — yes\, Black men as well as white men — would be guara
	nteed the unalienable rights of life\, liberty and the pursuit of happines
	s.\n\nIt is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory no
	te insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring thi
	s sacred obligation\, America has given the Negro people a bad check\, a c
	heck which has come back marked insufficient funds.\n\nBut we refuse to be
	lieve that the bank of justice is bankrupt.\n\nWe refuse to believe that t
	here are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nat
	ion. And so we've come to cash this check\, a check that will give us upon
	 demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.\n\nWe have also
	 come to his 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 tra
	nquilizing drug of gradualism.\n\n \n\nNow is the time to make real the pr
	omises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate va
	lley 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 r
	ock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of G
	od's children.\n\nIt would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency
	 of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate disconten
	t will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equal
	ity. 1963 is not an end\, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro n
	eeded to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening
	 if the nation returns to business as usual.\n\nThere will be neither rest
	 nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rig
	hts. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of ou
	r nation until the bright day of justice emerges.\n\nBut there is somethin
	g 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.\n\n 
	\n\nWe must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and 
	discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into phys
	ical violence. Again and again\, we must rise to the majestic heights of m
	eeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which h
	as engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all whit
	e 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.\n\nAnd they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricab
	ly bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone. And as we walk\, we must ma
	ke the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back.\n\nTh
	ere 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 lo
	dging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities.\n\nWe ca
	nnot 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 statin
	g: for whites only.\n\nWe cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Missis
	sippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for whic
	h to vote.\n\nNo\, no\, we are not satisfied\, and we will not be satisfie
	d until justice rolls down like waters\, and righteousness like a mighty s
	tream.\n\n \n\nI am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of g
	reat 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 p
	olice brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continu
	e 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 chan
	ged.\n\nLet us not wallow in the valley of despair\, I say to you today\, 
	my friends.\n\nSo even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorr
	ow\, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dre
	am. 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.\n\n \n\nI 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.\n\nI
	 have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi\, a state swelter
	ing with the heat of injustice\, sweltering with the heat of oppression wi
	ll be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.\n\nI 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 char
	acter. I have a dream today.\n\nI have a dream that one day down in Alabam
	a with its vicious racists\, with its governor having his lips dripping wi
	th the words of interposition and nullification\, one day right down in Al
	abama little Black boys and Black girls will be able to join hands with li
	ttle white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers. I have a dream to
	day.\n\nI 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.\n\n \n\nThis is 
	our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this fa
	ith\, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hop
	e. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of o
	ur nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we wil
	l 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 w
	ill be free one day.\n\nThis will be the day when all of God's children wi
	ll be able to sing with new meaning: My country\, 'tis of thee\, sweet lan
	d of liberty\, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died\, land of the pi
	lgrims' pride\, from every mountainside\, let freedom ring.\n\nAnd if Amer
	ica is to be a great nation\, this must become true. And so let freedom ri
	ng from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from th
	e mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alle
	ghenies of Pennsylvania. Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of C
	olorado. Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California. But no
	t 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.\
	n\nAnd 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 cit
	y\, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children\, Blac
	k 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: F
	ree at last. Free at last. Thank God almighty\, we are free at last.\n\n\n
	\n	REFERRAL\n\n\n\n	https://www.npr.org/2010/01/18/122701268/i-have-a-drea
	m-speech-in-its-entirety\n\n\n\n	 \n\n\n\n	\n\n\n\n	 \n\n\n\n	Civil righ
	ts leader Martin Luther King Jr. addresses the crowd at the Lincoln Memori
	al in Washington\, D.C.\, where he gave his \"I Have a Dream\" speech on A
	ug. 28\, 1963\, as part of the March on Washington.\n\n\n\n	AFP via Getty 
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