
In honor of MLK day observed in the United States and as an honor to how far we have come as blacks in the mist of whites. I decided to add some humor to the famous commemorative speech given by Dr. Luther himself on August 28, 1963. And in case you’re wondering what that is or who he is or you prefer to read the original version of this, go here. Otherwise, enjoy this twist of the speech.
Rated PG-C for lots of rude comedic remarks
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I am happy to write this here today in what will go down in [blogging] history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of this internet nation.
Many 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 black slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice (which in lieu will later help develop the American football generation). It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.
But after some more years later, the black is still is not free. One hundred and fifty years later, the life of the black is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of self-discrimination and under-achievement. One hundred and fifty years later, the black lives on a lonely island of ignorance in the midst of a vast wealth of information and knowledge. One hundred and fifty years later, the black is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land away from home(Africa). So we write here today to dramatize a shameful and pitiful condition.
In a sense we have come to our nation’s capital to cash a check and I honestly hope we don’t spend it on big rims and hoes (but who cares?). 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 as a fair game. 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 tried not to default on this promissory note in so far as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the black people a bad check, a check which has come back marked “insufficient funds.” (Oops, no shiny big rims or huge bash) 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 or better say, we have refused to sieze the oppurtunities. 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 because we sure have our reps and turfs to defend. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism (with this I don’t mean literarily, anyone has cack?). 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 some racial justice and lots of ignorance. 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 humans.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the black’s legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Two thousand and eight is sure not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the black needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual though I do think we shouldn’t be so aggrevating towards the white either. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the black is granted his citizenship rights both in Africa and here in America. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges which means: a black man gets some rep, some platinum 20″ rims, gold teeth, new wardrope, big bash, some hoes and most important his turf’s hommies.
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 so put down the gun and start using common sense.
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 i.e instead killings we give kisses. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the black 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 though they can’t be anything like us as much as they try.
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 black is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of gangstar brutality within our community by our people. 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 so honestly, let’s try to appear more presentable. We cannot be satisfied as long as the black’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”. 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 gangstar brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering probably for crimes you indeed commit but wait… Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive as long as it was unjust.
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 and relate like real brothers.
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 and their potentials.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day, down in Washington, with its vicious politics, with its elected having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Washington, a black man will rise and rule this great nation in which case, we could possible foget our past (Obama?).
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 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 everyone 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 for America as 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 black spiritual, “Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!”