我有一个梦想 I Have a Dream（2/2）

Go baississippi, go back to Abaa, go back to South Caro, go back to Geia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the ss and ghettos of our Northern cities, knog that sohow this situationand will be ged.Letnot wallowthe valley of despair.

I say to you today, y friends, thatspite of the difficulties and frtrations of the ont, I still have a drea.It is a drea deeply rootedthe Ari drea.

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

I have a drea that one day on the red hills of Geia the sons of forr sves and the sons of forr sve-owners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood.

I have a drea that one day eveate of Mississippi, a desert state, swelterg with the heat of jtid oppression, will be transford to an oasis of freedo and jtice.

I have a drea that y four little children will one day livea natiohey will not be judged by the lor of their sk but by theof their character.

I have a drea today.

I have a drea that one day the state of Abaa, whose governor’s lips are presently drippg with the words of terposition and nullification, will be transford to a situation where little bck boys and bck girls will be able to jo hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers.

I have a drea today.

I have a drea that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and ounta shall be ade low, the rough pces will be ade p, and the crooked pces will be ade 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 with which I return to the South.With this faith we will be able to hew out of the ounta of despair a stone of hope.With this faith we will be able to transfor the janglg disrds of our nation to a beautiful syphony of brotherhood.With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, tle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedo together, knog that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God’s children will be able to sg with a new ang, “My untry’ tis of thee, sweet nd of liberty, of thee I sg.Land where y fathers died, nd of the pilgri’s pride, fro every ountaside, let freed.”

And if Arica is to be a great nation, this t bee true.

So let freed fro the prodigio hills of Neshire.Let freed fro the ighty ountas of New York.Let freed fro the heighteng Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!

Let freed fro the snoed Rockies of Colorado!

Let freed fro the curvaceo peaks of California!

But not only that; let freed fro Stone Mounta of Geia!

Let freed fro Lookout Mounta of Tennessee!

Let freed fro every hill and every olehill of Mississippi.Fro every ountaside, let freed.

When we allow freed, whe it rg fro every vilge and every halet, fro every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children, b and white n, Jews ailes, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to jo hands and sgthe words of the old Negro spiritual, “Free at st! Free at st! Thank God alighty, we are free at st!”