Five score years ago a great American in whose symbolic shadow we stand, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. have we not moved to a better nation Eight score years we sit today, we have dissolved separate drinking fountains and back of the bus seating
But left behind the values that brought us to the steps of the Lincoln Memorial meeting
This momentous decree came as a great beckoning light of hope to millions of Negro slaves
Yet today, we send black children to failed schools, gang ridden streets and early graves
Human enslavement had been seared in the flames of withering injustice
As we move long past triangular trade, iron shackles and slave master whips we have found means of self- destruction
1863 came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of captivity Dreams of future success came and a celebration with this nativity One hundred sixty years later the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled
Crime, drugs, schools, homes without fathers, politicians, cultural decay ripples
Today too many Negro and brown people live on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity Sixty years of DNC, progressive liberal rule has destroyed the black families, something 400 yrs of slavery could not do
The inner city inbred is still languishing in the corners of American society finding himself in exile in his own land A call for renewed segregation in schools and neighborhoods by CRT, BLM and ESPN
They all came to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of yesterday
Today the urgency is even more real, I see burning cities, crime and black teenage girls with babies playing in hallways cluttered in drug needles and playgrounds with bullets astray
My pillow will not let me sleep But still I have a dream we will sow what we reap
Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley to the sunlit path
Refocus to the promise of Jefferson and travel on opportunities footpath
There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until changes are made
We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity or experience a cold sharp blade
Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force
Tools that enchain the masses, riots, faux social justice, displaced anger are the course
The Marvelous new militarism which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people Look at the shinning bright object of white privilege and domestic terrorism providing a scapegoat leaving a course correction enfeebled
So even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow I still have a dream.
Or perhaps I hallucinate, placating “Better angels of our nature” ignoring things unseen
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed
“…Weeded out the tears and grew a good crop” allow all to succeed
I have a dream that 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 character
Unfortunately mass formation psychosis diverted the issues germane to civil society as people are now judged by the color of their skin
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, … and the crooked places will be made straight, and before the Lord will be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together The road we now travel is made to fail, with storms and ugly weather.
…states sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom as we sing the Te Deum
I have a dream that we…join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! Free at last! Thank God almighty, we're free at last! Or perchance, not a dream but a hallucination, not what I think I saw of things to come to pass
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Published Baby Boomer Songwriter. Heavy lyrics and prose and story telling ala Bob Dylan, Tom Petty and Jimmy Webb.
From Dan Rather: “I fear that the elevation of Dr. King to the pantheon of great Americans who have national birthday celebrations has come at a subtle cost. These days almost no public official would dare speak ill of Dr. King. However I worry that this universal acclaim has deadened the radicalism of Dr. King’s message. And by radicalism, I mean that what he espoused was far outside what was then the mainstream. It still is.
We must remember that he was a deeply contentious person at the time of his death. Dr. King would not, could not, suppress the moral clarity with which he saw the world. His messages about racial prejudice and social justice were not welcome in most corridors of power. He was a danger to the status quo and many who benefited from it. He not only preached powerfully about the necessity for racial healing and integration. He also issued stirring rhetoric from his pulpit on the need for economic fairness across racial lines. And he was a fierce critic of the Vietnam War.
To re-read his writings and listen again to his speeches in today’s political climate is to reconnect with the hard truths he eloquently hurled at the American establishment. If he had survived the assassin’s bullet and continued on his life path, I am convinced that he would have remained a divisive figure. I fear that many who now pay homage to his legacy with florid paeans would be singing different tunes if he had spent decades more actively rallying civil disobedience toward the twin causes of racial and economic fairness for the marginal and dispossessed.”
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I would just register disagreement with your premise and your ideas about causes. I also don’t feel that this forum is the correct place to air such disinformation. But you did warn us that some might be offended. I am.
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Powerful thoughts, well expressed!
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