I Have a Dream

I am happy to link with you today in what will go down in yore as the greatest showship for freedom in the yore of our folkdom.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose tokenish shadow we stand today, underwrote the Freedom Saying. This timely decree came as a great beacon light of hope to hundereds of thousands of black thralls who had been seared in the fires withering unrightness. It came as a happy daybreak to end the long night of their binding.

But one hundred years later, the black man still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the black man is still sadly crippled by the shackles of sunderhood and the chains of unfairness. One hundred years later, the black man lives on a lonely iland of poorness in the middle of a big sea of stuffsome growth. One hundred years later, the black man is still in the edges of American fellowship and finds himself an outcast in his own land. And so we've come here today to quicken a shameful state.