Changes: I Have a Dream

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I am happy to gather with you today in what will go down as the greatest throng for freedom in our homeland‘s tale. Five score years ago, a great American, in whose betokening shadow we stand today, underwrote his name on the deed giving freedom to the black thrall. This timely boding came as a great beacon light of hope to black thralls in their micklereds who had been seared in the wilms of withering wronghood. A frovering daybreak it was to end the long night of thralldom.

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 in the shackles of beshedding, One hundred years later, the black man lives on a lonely iland of warmth in the midst of a wide forblowing fivelway. One hundred years on, the black man is still ailing in the herns of American fellowship, spurned in his own land. And so we've come here today to unhele a shameful fettle.

In a way we have come to our homeland’s headtown to call in a draught. When our ledewealth's draughtsmen outspent the words of Lawwrit and Selfhood, they were pledging a ledger to which every American was to fall erve from. This was the begetting that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be indowed the "Shendless Rights" of "Life, Freedom and the seeking of Happiness." Needless to edmind that America has since lied on her oath, insofar as her black fellowmen can reckon.

The deed was a hight that all men, yes, black and white would have life's yieldless rights, freedom and the right to seek eadiness.

It is fair to see today that Americans have been found wanting in fairness, doing little on this hightful deed in their dealings with their black brothers. Rather than holding worthiness firmly in their hearts in following up this hallowed call to right a wrong, America has given its black folk a ungood draught. A draught that has come back with the words ”not enough fee.”

But we unwilling to believe that the horden is without fairness or fee. We also are unwilling to believe that there is not enough fee in this land's great hordern. So we have come to take in fee this draught, a draught that will give upon asking freedom's boons and hele's fairness.

We have also come to this hallowed spot to bring to America’s mind again Now's pressing need . This is not the time to take a cooling-off sop or the calming healthdrug of let's go forward little-by-little.

Now is the time to make true this mighty hight.

Now it is the time for the black folk to rise from aparthood's darkness and lonely hollow into fair-go's sunlit path .

Now it is time to lift our homeland out of this folkstrandish quicksand onto the rock of brotherly steadfastness.

Now is the time to give a fair deal to all God’s children.

It would be dooming for the homeland to stay deaf to the black folk's thronging call for freedoms and rights and underguess their steadfastness in seeking them now. Their sweltering summer's lawful gladlessness will not go-away until there is freedom with fairness. Nineteen sixty-three is not the end but a beginning. Those who hoped that the black American needed only to let-off some steam and will now be fulfilled will have a stark mindjarring awakening if the homeland goes back to its old, unfair ways.

There will be neither be a frithsome soughing over America until the black American is given his full rights. The uprising, like a windwhirl, will shake our folkdom’s frame until the sun shines fairly and evenly on all.

We can never be fulfilled as long as our bodies, weighed down and tired with the day's wayfaring cannot get board and lodging in inns along our highways and in our great towns.

We cannot be fulfilled as long as the black folks leave small wretchsteads to end-up only in larger wretchsteads.

We can never be fulfilled as long as our bairns have taken from them their self-worth and have their selfhood reaved from them by boards that read “ for whites only. ”

We cannot be fulfilled as long as a black folk in Mississippi cannot folk-aye and black folk in New York believe that they have nothing for which to folk-aye.

No, no we are not fulfilled and we will not be fulfilled until fairness flows on downwards like waters and righteousness fares forth like a mighty stream.

I am not unmindful that many have come here today ordeal-wearied and sorely smited. Others have come from steads where seeking your freedoms has left you harried and hounded, and smitten by harshness' biting winds, wrought upon you by those given to uphold your rights and freedoms.

You have been old-hands at finding understanding and insight in bearing the burden. Go on with your work with the belief that dreeing an unearned weird will make you free.

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 wretchsteads, to the small black townships throughout our now great towns, knowing that somehow this wrong can and will be made right.

Let us not wallow in the yesterday’s waned and withered hopes. I say to you, my friends, we have the burdens in our heart and toils in our the mind, today and tomorrow.

I have a dream. It is a foresight deeply and longly rooted in the American mind.

I have a dream that one day this folkdom will rise up and live out the true meaning of its belief that all men are made even.

I have a dream that one day in Georgia's red hills one-time thralls' sons and one-time thrall-owners’ sons will sit down together at brotherhood's table.

I have a mindsight that one day Mississippi shire, a shire sweltering under downtrodden-ness' heat, will be shaped otherwisely into an lush well, brimming with freedom and fairness.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a land where they will be deemed not by their hue, but by their deeds.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day down in Alabama, with it’s evil-willed hindering haters, its leader having his lips dripping with the words of "getting in the way" and "overturning"; that one day right there in Alabama little black children, carls and frows, can link hands with little white carls and frows, as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that every dale shall be swallowed-up, every hill shall be lifted up and every berg shall be made low, the rough places will be made smooth, and the crooked places will be made straight and the Lord's greatness shall be made for all to see and all flesh shall see it together.

This is our hope. This is the belief that I will go back to the South filled with. With this belief we will have the strength to hew out from hopelessness’ hill, hope's stone .

With this hope we can shape anew our heart clattering, sadly beating for our land asundered, into a brotherhood gladdened and gleeful.

With this belief we can work together, make our beseeching to God together, to dree together, to be locked-up together, to climb up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all God’s bairns will sing with new understanding “My land ‘tis of thee, sweet land of freedom, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the wayfarer's pride, from every fellside, let freedom ring!”

And if America is to be a great land, this must become true. So let freedom ring from the hilltops in New Hampshire. And let freedom from New York‘s mighty bergs ring.

Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies in Pennsylvania

Let freedom ring from the snow-topped Rockies in Colorado.

Let freedom ring from California’s wendsome slopes.

But not only that, let freedom ring from Georgia’s Stony berg.

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill throughout Mississippi and along every bergside.

When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every boarding-house and every small hamlet, from every shire and every great town, we can speed up the day when all God’s children, black and white, Jew and un-Jews, Romish-church men and those who are not Romish churchmen, can link hands and sing the old song, in words sung by this land's enthralled black folk , Free at last, free at last. “Thank God Almighty, we are free at last.’’

–– Quoth Martin Luther King Junior

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+[[File:I Have a Dream.jpg|thumb|301x301px|Martin Luther King the Younger giving his speech in Washingtonburg on 28 Weedmonth in 1963.]]
-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.
+I am happy to gather with you today in what will go down as the greatest throng for freedom in our homeland‘s tale.
+Five score years ago, a great American, in whose betokening shadow we stand today, underwrote his name on the deed giving freedom to the black thrall. This timely boding came as a great beacon light of hope to black thralls in their micklereds who had been seared in the wilms of withering wronghood. A frovering daybreak it was to end the long night of thralldom.
+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 in the shackles of beshedding, One hundred years later, the black man lives on a lonely iland of warmth in the midst of a wide forblowing fivelway. One hundred years on, the black man is still ailing in the herns of American fellowship, spurned in his own land. And so we've come here today to unhele a shameful fettle.
-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 hundreds 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.
+In a way we have come to our homeland’s headtown to call in a draught. When our ledewealth's draughtsmen outspent the words of Lawwrit and Selfhood, they were pledging a ledger to which every American was to fall erve from. This was the begetting that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be indowed the "Shendless Rights" of "Life, Freedom and the seeking of Happiness." Needless to edmind that America has since lied on her oath, insofar as her black fellowmen can reckon.
-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.
-I am happy to come together with you today in what will go down as the greatest gathering for freedom in  our homeland‘s tale.
+The deed was a hight that all men, yes, black and white would have life's yieldless rights, freedom and the right to seek eadiness.
-Five score years ago,  a great American in whose betokening shadow we stand today, wrote his name on the deed giving freedom to the black thrall. This weighty  saw came as  beacon light  to thralls in their millions hoping that, their days  spent  in searing wretchednes  had come to an end.   It came as a listful dawn to end the long night of thralldom.   But one hundred years on, the life of the dark-hued American is still not free.   One hundred years on,  freedom in the blackman’s life is still sadly made lame by  hidden fetters  without  fair deal  and  few  rights.
+It is fair to see today that Americans have been found wanting in fairness, doing little on this hightful deed in their dealings with their black brothers. Rather than holding worthiness firmly in their hearts in following up this hallowed call to right a wrong, America has given its black folk a ungood draught. A draught that has come back with the words ”not enough fee.”
-One hundred years after, the black American lives still wanes away on a lonely island  needy amidst wealth’s great sea.   One hundred years after, the dark-hued American is still ailing in the nooks, and on the edges and down the back-lanes of American fellowship, an outcast in his own land.   So we have come here today to tell a stark tale of  a folk in  shameful  being.
+But we unwilling to believe that the horden is without fairness or fee. We also are unwilling to believe that there is not enough fee in this land's great hordern. So we have come to take in fee this draught, a draught that will give upon asking freedom's boons and hele's fairness.
-In a way we have come to our Homeland’s Headtown to call in a draught.   When the builders of  our great folkdom  wrote the haughty words of the Books-of-Rights and the Folkcast of Lonestance, there were underwriting a behight deed to which every American was to fall   erewardly.
+We have also come to this hallowed spot to bring to America’s mind again Now's pressing need . This is not the time to take a cooling-off sop or the calming healthdrug of let's go forward little-by-little.
-The deed was a behight that all folk,  yes,  black and white  would be steadfast in the yieldless rights of life,  freedom and the seeking of  eadiness
+Now is the time to make true this mighty hight.
-It is fair to see today that Americans have been found wanting in fairness, doing little  on this behight deed in their dealings with black folks.  Instead of worthiness in holding firm to this hallowed call to right a wrong , America has given its dark-hued folk a bad draught.   A draught  that has come back with the words ” not  enough fee.”
+Now it is the time for the black folk to rise from aparthood's darkness and lonely hollow into fair-go's sunlit path .
-But we unwilling to believe that the horden of fairness  is  without fee.   We are unwilling to believe that there is not enough fee in the great ettleful  hordern   of this land.   So we have come to take in fee this draught, a draught that will give upon asking freedom's boons and hele's  fairness.
+Now it is time to lift our homeland out of this folkstrandish quicksand onto the rock of brotherly steadfastness.
-We have also come to this hallowed spot to bring to America’s mind again  the pressing need of Now.    This is not the time to take-on the gealship of cooling-off or take the calming healthdrug of lets go forward little-by-little.
-Now is the time to make real the behight of  folkmight.
+Now is the time to give a fair deal to all God’s children.
+It would be dooming for the homeland to stay deaf to the black folk's
-Now it is the time to rise from apathood's dark and lonely hollow into the sunlit path of folkstrand fair-go .
+thronging call for freedoms and rights and underguess their steadfastness in seeking them now. Their sweltering summer's lawful gladlessness will not go-away until there is freedom with fairness. Nineteen sixty-three is not the end but a beginning. Those who hoped that the black American needed only to let-off some steam and will now be fulfilled will have a stark mindjarring awakening if the homeland goes back to its old, unfair ways.
+There will be neither be a frithsome soughing over America until the black American is given his full rights. The uprising, like a windwhirl, will shake our folkdom’s frame until the sun shines fairly and evenly on all.
-Now it is time to lift our homeland out of this folkstrandish quicksand onto  the rock of  brotherly  steadfastness.
+We can never be fulfilled as long as our bodies, weighed down and tired with the day's wayfaring cannot get board and lodging in inns along our highways and in our great towns.
-Now is the time to give a fair deal   to all God’s children.
+We cannot be fulfilled as long as the black folks leave small wretchsteads to end-up only in larger wretchsteads.
-It would be dooming for the homeland to overlook nowness’ thronging need and underguess the black folks’  steadfastness.   The sweltering summer of the black folk’s lawful gladlessness will not go-away until there freedom with a fair deal.  Nineteen sixty- three is not the end but a beginning.   Those who hope that the black American needs to let-off steam and will now be fulfilled will have a stark mindjarring awakening if the homeland goes back to its old, unfair ways
+We can never be fulfilled as long as our bairns have taken from them their self-worth and have their selfhood reaved from them by boards that read “ for whites only. ”
-There will be neither be a frithful hush over America until the black American is given his rights.   The uprising, like a  windwhirl,  will shake our folkdom’s  stadles until the sun  shines fairly  and evenness on all
-We can never be fulfilled as long as our bodies, heavy with the tiredness of wayfaring cannot get lodging in  inns by the highways and the inns in the great towns.
+We cannot be fulfilled as long as a black folk in Mississippi cannot folk-aye and black folk in New York believe that they have nothing for which to folk-aye.
+No, no we are not fulfilled and we will not be fulfilled until fairness flows on downwards like waters and righteousness fares forth like a mighty stream.
-We cannot be fulfilled as long as the dark-hued folks’  faring is from a smaller wretchstead  to a larger  dretchy  townships.
+I am not unmindful that many have come here today ordeal-wearied and sorely smited. Others have come from steads where seeking your freedoms has left you harried and hounded, and smitten by harshness' biting winds, wrought upon you by those given to uphold your rights and freedoms.
-We can never be fulfilled as long as our bairns have taken from them their self worth and  have  their selfhood reaved  by boards  that  read  “ for whites only. ”
+You have been old-hands at finding understanding and insight in bearing the burden. Go on with your work with the belief that dreeing an unearned weird will make you free.
-We cannot be fulfilled as long as a dark-hued folk in Mississippi  cannot folk-aye and dark-hued folks in New York believes he has nothing for which to folk-aye.
+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 wretchsteads, to the small black townships throughout our now great towns, knowing that somehow this wrong can and will be made right.
-No, no we are not fulfilled and we will not be fulfilled until fairness rolls down like waters and righteousness  like a mighty stream.
+Let us not wallow in the yesterday’s waned and withered hopes. I say to you, my friends, we have the burdens in our heart and toils in our the mind, today and tomorrow.
-I am not unmindful that some of you have come here  ordeal-wearied and smite-sored.   Others  have have come from steadss where  seeking your freedom  has left you pounded by hounding storms, and harried by the harshness’  biting winds  wrought  by those given to uphold your right to freedom.
+I have a dream. It is a foresight deeply and longly rooted in the American mind.
-You have been old-hands at finding understanding and enlightment in bearing the burdens of dreighdom.     Go on with your work with the beliefs that  unearned dreedom will make  you free.
+I have a dream that one day this folkdom will rise up and live out the true meaning of its belief that all men are made even.
-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 wretchsteads and blackfolk townlets throughout our now great towns, knowing that somehow this wrong  can and will be made right.
+I have a dream that one day in Georgia's red hills one-time thralls' sons and one-time thrall-owners’ sons will sit down together at brotherhood's table.
-Let us not wallow in the yesterday’s waned hopes.   I say to you, my friends, we have the  burdens in our heart and toils in our  the mind  of today and tomorrow.
+I have a mindsight that one day Mississippi shire, a shire sweltering under downtrodden-ness' heat, will be shaped otherwisely into an lush well, brimming with freedom and fairness.
-I have a foresight.   It  is a foresight deeply and longly rooted in the American mindsight.
-I have a foresight that one day this folkdom will rise up and live out the true meaning of its belief  that all men are made even.
+I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a land where they will be deemed not by their hue, but by their deeds.
+I have a dream today.
-I have a foresight that one day in the red hills of Georgia that  one-time thrall’s sons and  one-time thrall-owners’ sons will sit down together at the table of  brotherhood.
+I have a dream that one day down in Alabama, with it’s evil-willed hindering haters, its leader having his lips dripping with the words of "getting in the way" and "overturning"; that one day right there in Alabama little black children, carls and frows, can link hands with little white carls and frows, as sisters and brothers.
-I have a mindsight that one day even in the shire of Mississippi, a shire or wapentake sweltering with the heat of  downtrodden- ness will be shaped  otherly into an lush well , freedom and fairness-full.
+I have a dream today.
-I have a foresight that my four little children will one day live in a land where they will be deemed  not  by theie skin’s  blee,  but  by their  deeds
+I have a dream that every dale shall be swallowed-up, every hill shall be lifted up and every berg shall be made low, the rough places will be made smooth, and the crooked places will be made straight and the Lord's greatness shall be made for all to see and all flesh shall see it together.
-I have a foresight  today.
+This is our hope. This is the belief that I will go back to the South filled with. With this belief we will have the strength to hew out from hopelessness’ hill, hope's stone .
-I have a foresight that one day down in Alabama, with it’s  evil-willed racists, with it’s leader having his lips dripping hindering words, bitter, hateful and worth quelling ; that one day right down in Alabama little black boys and black girls can link hands with little white boysand little white girls as sisters and brothers.
+With this hope we can shape anew our heart clattering, sadly beating for our land asundered, into a brotherhood gladdened and gleeful.
-I have a foresight today.
+With this belief we can work together, make our beseeching to God together, to dree together, to be locked-up together, to climb up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
-I have a foresight that every dale shall be swallowed-up, every hill shall be lifted up and every fell shall be made low, the rough places will be made smooth, and the crooked places will be made straight and the greatness of the Lord shall be made clear and all flesh shall see it together.
+This will be the day when all God’s bairns will sing with new understanding “My land ‘tis of thee, sweet land of freedom, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the wayfarer's pride, from every fellside, let freedom ring!”
-This is our hope.   This is the belief that I will go back to the South filled with.   With this belief we will have the strength to hew out  from  hopelessness ’ fell,  a stone of hope.
+And if America is to be a great land, this must become true. So let freedom ring from the hilltops in New Hampshire. And let freedom from New York‘s mighty bergs ring.
-With this hope we can shape anew our dinful heart  beating to our land apartness into a gladdening glee of brotherhood.
+Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies in Pennsylvania
-With this belief we can work together, make our beseeching to God together,  to struggle together, go to gaol together, to climb up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
-This will be the day when all God’s bairns will sing with new understanding  “My land ‘tis of thee, sweet land of freedom, of thee I sing.   Land where my fathers died,  land of the Pilgrim‘s pride, from every fellside, let freedom ring!”
-And if America is to be great land, this must become true.   So let freedom ring from the hilltops in New Hampshire.   Let freedom from  New York‘s mighty fells.
-Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies in  Pennsylvania
 Let freedom ring from the snow-topped Rockies in Colorado.
-Let freedom ring from the wendsome California’s wending slopes.
+Let freedom ring from California’s wendsome slopes.
-But not only that, let freedom ring from Georgia’s Stony Fell .
-Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill  throughout Mississippi and along every fellside.
-When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every boarding-house and every hamlet, from every shire and every big town, we can speed up the day when all  God’s bairns, black men and white men, Jews and Non-Jews, Romish Churchers and Non- RomishChurchers, can join hands and sing in the words of the old song of  this land;s  enthralled black folk , Free at last, free at last. “Thank God Almighty, we are free at  last.’’
+But not only that, let freedom ring from Georgia’s Stony berg.
+Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill throughout Mississippi and along every bergside.
+When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every boarding-house and every small hamlet, from every shire and every great town, we can speed up the day when all God’s children, black and white, Jew and un-Jews, Romish-church men and those who are not Romish churchmen, can link hands and sing the old song, in words sung by this land's enthralled black folk , Free at last, free at last. “Thank God Almighty, we are free at last.’’
+–– Quoth Martin Luther King Junior
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+[[Category:Banded Folkdoms of Americksland]]