Anonymous
White man's I've Got a Dream
Wed Jan 28 11:02:30 2004
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I've Got a Dream


Eleven score and some years ago, 56 great Americans, whose descendants
we are today, signed the Declaration of Independence. This momentous
decree came as a great beacon light of hope to so many
European-American colonists who had been seared in the flames of
withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long
night of religious intolerance and economic oppression.

But, over two hundred years later, we must face the tragic fact that
the American white man once again is not free. Two hundred years
later, the American white man is sadly crippled by the manacles of
affirmative action and reverse discrimination. Two hundred years
later, the white man lives on a lonely island of taxation in the midst
of a vast ocean of welfare entitlement. Two hundred years later, the
white man is languishing in the corners of American society and finds
himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to
dramatize an appalling condition.

In a sense, we beseech our nation's capital to cash a check. When the
architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the
Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a
promissory note to which every European-American was to fall heir.
This note was a promise that all men would be guaranteed 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 white skin are concerned. Instead of
honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the
European-American people a bad check which 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 seek to
cash this check -- a check that will give us upon demand the riches of
freedom and the security of justice.

We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the
fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of
backing down or to take the tranquilizing drug of appeasement. Now is
the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of reverse
discrimination to the sunlit path of equal racial justice. Now is the
time to open the doors of opportunity to all of God's children. Now is
the time to lift our nation from the quicksand's of racial injustice to
the solid rock of equal opportunity.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment
and to underestimate the determination of the white man. This freezing
winter of the white man's legitimate discontent will not pass until
there is an invigorating spring of freedom and equality. Two Thousand
Two is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the
European-American simply needs to blow off steam and will be content
with a subordinate role will have a rude awakening. There will be
neither rest nor tranquility in America until the white man 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 forever 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 the physical force of our government with
intellectual force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed so
much of the patriot community must not lead us to distrust of all
government employees and officials, for many of them, as evidenced by
their presence everywhere today, have come to realize that their
destiny is tied up with our destiny and their freedom is inextricably
bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.

And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall march ahead. We
cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of equal
rights for European-Americans, "When will you be satisfied?" We can
never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of
carrying our load of taxation, cannot gain equal opportunity for
employment and equal treatment in the halls of justice. We cannot be
satisfied as long as the white man's basic mobility is from a smaller
tax burden to a larger one while his children must be placed in
private schools for their safety. We can never be satisfied as long as
a white man in California cannot hold public office and a white man 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 my brethren are now engaged in great
trials and tribulations. Some of you are even now incarcerated in
narrow cells. Some of you live in areas where your quest for freedom
leaves you battered by the storms of persecution for your beliefs 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.

Listen now in Los Angeles, listen in Boston, listen in Chicago, listen
in Seattle, go back to the dead-end jobs of our 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 in spite of the difficulties and
frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply
rooted in the American dream.

I've got 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've got a dream that one day in the factories of Minnesota the sons
of former Union members and the sons of former welfare queens will be
fairly and equally evaluated for employment.

I've got a dream that one day even the state of New York, a welfare
state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and economic oppression
for the European-American, will be transformed into an oasis of
freedom and justice.

I've got a dream that my three 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've got a dream that some day men of faith who happen to be black
will no longer hold press conferences to pit the races against one
another.

I've got a dream today.

I've got a dream that one day the state of California, whose
governor's lips are presently dripping with the words of pandering and
appeasement, will be transformed into a situation where little white
boys and white girls will be able to enjoy the same opportunity to
excel academically in a public school as now provided little boys and
little girls of color.

I've got a dream today.

I've got a dream that one day little white boys and white girls will
be able to attend public schools without fear of physical harm or
addiction to illegal drugs.

This is our hope. This is the faith with which I call to my brethren.
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 equal
justice and equal opportunity for the European-American. With this
faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle
together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together,
knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when the children of our forefathers will be able
to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of
liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the
pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."

And if America is once again to be a great nation, this must become
true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious 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 snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous peaks of California!

But not only that; let freedom ring from the government hiring halls
with quotas that exclude white workers!

Let freedom ring from the courts that convict only white men of hate
crimes!

Let freedom ring from every neighborhood where a European-American
parent fears for the safety of his child.

From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and
every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to
speed up that day when the children of European-Americans, like those
of black men, Latinos and illegal immigrants, will be able to sing in
the words of the old spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God
Almighty, we are free at last!"

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