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Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.

But not only that, let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia. Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.

Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrims' pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring.Īnd if America is to be a great nation, this must become true. This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning: My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. 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. 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 down 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.

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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 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 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. People clap and sing along to a freedom song between speeches at the March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom in 1963. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream. 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. 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 the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. 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. 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. And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.

Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.Īnd they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.īut there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. 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. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.

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 rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Kurt Severin/Three Lions/Hulton Archive/Getty Images

Civil rights protesters march from the Washington Monument to the Lincoln Memorial for the March on Washington on Aug.