Sunday, January 18, 2004

[MLK, Jr's "I Have a Dream" speech]

"I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon of hope to millions of Negro slaves, who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity. But one hundred years later, the Negro is still not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacle of segregation and the chains of discrimination.

One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land So we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we have come to our Nation's Capital to cash a check. When the architects of our great 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.

This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed to the inalienable rights of life liberty and the pursuit of happiness.

It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check that has come back marked "insufficient funds."

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. So we have come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and security of justice.

We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is not time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism.

Now is the time to make real the promise of democracy.

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 lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood.

Now is the time to make justice a reality to all of God's children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment and to underestimate the determination of it's colored citizens. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end but a beginning. 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.

There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

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. We must ever 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.

The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro 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.

And 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 Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality.

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.

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 children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating "for white only."

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.

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 your 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 storms of persecutions and staggered by the winds of police brutality.

You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

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 modern 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, that 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.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state 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.

I have a dream today.

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; that 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.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and every mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plains 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 will go back to the South 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 climb up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

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. Land where my father's died, land of the Pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring!"

And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true. So let freedom ring from the 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 snow-capped 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 every hill and molehill of Mississippi and every mountainside.

And when this happens, when we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every tenement 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 spiritual, "Free at last, free at last. Thank God Almighty, we are free at last." "

I simply cannot help but be stirred by that speech. Of course, Dr. King was a skillful orator and speech-writer, but there's more to it than that. He didn't just give advice, he took it himself. He gave himself completely to his dream of a world in which we are beginning to see today, in which people of different races can fellowship together without suspicion of one another's motives. We still have so far to go, but we have also come a long way. After all, let's face it, 40 years ago, there's no way I could've been a part of the group I'm in today... or if I were, it wouldn't have been in this part of the country. I would never have been able to meet the awesome people of Unique Ensemble... all because of a stupid thing we call "race". Race is not even a proper biological excuse, since science has shown recently that it's more likely that 2 people of different races have similar DNA sequences than 2 people of the same race. So what's our excuse? You can give me any excuse in the world, but I'll tell you it's moot. "They should go back where they came from." Well, if that's the case, I guess we ought to be back in Europe. But which country? After all, I'm Scottish, English, Irish, French, German, Croatian, Jewish, and Oh! Choctaw American Indian! So I'd be divided between 3 different continents! The idea of race is nothing but bull crap. Pride in one's ancestral heritage is one thing... after all, African Americans have every right to be as proud of their heritage as European Americans. Both continents had their weaknesses and their strengths. History shows that neither continent was "better" than the other. So why should we think so? No human is superior... with the singular exception of Jesus Christ. Jesus was 100% God. No other human can claim that; therefore, all humans need to realize we are on the same level. We do not have a right to oppress one another, whether through slavery or slums. We are made to be the light of God. How can we be lights if we judge one another based on skin color? How can we be lights if we only communicate with others "like us"? You can't grow that way. And you can't use the excuse that it's the way you were raised; racism is a choice. It's the 21st century. You have a choice whether or not to love one another as Christ loved us... and that means people of all races, genders, nationalities, and creeds. There is no north or south. There is humanity, created by God and for God. Look, I understand southern loyalty, but this Yankee vs. Dixie stuff is crap. The war ended almost 140 years ago. It's over. We are one nation. We are living in perilous times, and we need to unite together in love, pure love agape love. You can make all the excuses you want about why you're racist... "Well they..." or "Well here..." Sorry. I don't buy it. You are responsible for yourself. However you have been treated in the past or whatever lies you've been told about about how all blacks or all asians do this or that, they don't matter. You are old enough and mature enough to make your own choices, and you can choose to overlook these prejudices and learn to love people of different races. If you don't, you're missing you. I'm in a position to make such a claim. Don't deprive yourself of getting to know wonderful people because of prejudice. Swallow your prejudgments and embrace one another.

That's how I feel on the matter. I don't know how much sense that made, but I'm sure you get what I'm saying. Dr. King, I thank you for what you sacrificed so that my generation would be able to rise above the past and love one another. I'm looking forward to shaking your hand in heaven.


Well, it's 10 degrees. There is also a -4 wind chill. And I had to walk all the way across campus... twice. Gah. Cold Niki. And of course, Mom and Dad had a wonderful time on their warm, tropical cruise. Hmph. But, on the plus side, Mom did say she'll never go on another cruise without me, since she can't handle not speaking to me for a week! God bless overattached moms... :D

And it's a busy weekend. I'll be back after my parents call me to write a little something on the Man, Martin Luther King, Jr. What a dude. :) And anyone (you know who you are) who tries to convince me he's something else, you can just shove it u-- er, well, you get the picture. Love for one another that crosses racial boundaries has always been a passion of mine, since I was a small child.... argh... I'll expand on this later. They should be calling any minute now... So, I'll be back in a few! :D

Monday, January 12, 2004

[Update Time]

It's been awhile, hasn't it? Sorry... laziness is to blame, I suppose. Anywho.

I... got my first ticket on the way home for Christmas break. Yeah. I felt horrible. Then, of course, Dad felt the need to "help" me... Yeah, Dad, like I need your help feeling miserable. Thanks. *ahem* But I'm over it now. And I keep my car on cruise control from here on out. *sigh*

On the plus side, I got 4 A's and 1 B, which is definitely better than I'd expected, so I'm feeling pretty darned good about that one. :D

Throughout Christmas break, I basically read for recreation, slept, visited my grandparents, went shopping, and went to movies. Good time had by all, most definitely.

Oh, and I found out I weigh the most I've ever weighed in my life... so, Hello Atkin's Diet! And some tummy crunches, while I'm at it...

I had a CT scan run on my head to find the source of my headaches, and while everything pretty much appeared normal, the doctor did notice something going on with my pituitary gland, so I had to have blood tests and an MRI run right before I came back here. Results to be announced soon, I suppose.

The same day I left to go 300 miles north to this treeless, flat tundra they call Northeast Missouri, my parents left to go on a 7 day Caribbean cruise. *wistful look*

And finally, I got back to school Saturday, and my computer crashed. Everything lost. Files, photos, emails, everthing. Definitely didn't make my day, that's for sure.

On the plus side, however, it can only go up from here! :D