“Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light 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 captivity.
“But one hundred years later, we must face the tragic fact that the Negro is still not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles 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 an appalling condition.
“In a sense we have come to 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 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 color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro 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 have come 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 cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. 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 open the doors of opportunity to all of God's children. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood.
“It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment and to underestimate the determination of the Negro. 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 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 physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to 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 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 civil rights, ‘’When will you be satisfied?’ 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 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 great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution 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 Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern 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 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 slaveowners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood.
“I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
“I have a dream that my four 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 the state of Alabama, whose governor's lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers.
“I have a dream today.
“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.
“This is our hope. This is the faith with which I return to the South. 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 stand 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 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 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 Stone Mountain of Georgia!
“Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!
“Let freedom ring from every hill and every molehill of Mississippi.
“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 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 Negro spiritual, ‘Free at last! free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!’”
—The Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., Million Man March, Washington DC, 1963
To that I say, Amen.
I include the Reverend Dr. King’s historic prayer on the lawn of the National Monuments, the capstone of 1963’s momentous Million Man March, for more than the obvious reasons: that we too often neglect the full heft of his words in favor of an inspirational colloquialism that comforts our sustained abdication of agency, the failure of our white society to enshrine the rights of our Negro sisters and brothers thought they won five decades earlier and again with this partially-Negro prior POTUS. Never mind his too-easily granted corporate handouts, the bone thrown in his second term for white privilege in advancing the so-called rights of gays to marry, nor his gross amplification of the security state and its secret prisons and unmanned birds of prey reigning a terrorism of righteous fire upon brown skinned civilian after brown skinned civilian in fields to later bloom opium poppies, all in the name of keeping Americans safe at home. Never mind also that this esteemed Negro exited his executive office having let his his Negro brothers hang at the hands of his own police, who have returned to public lynching as a favored sport and social enforcement.
I’m sorry: did you miss that your Negroid president, whom you supposed the election of in 2008 cinched the matter of racism as a done deal once and for all, did nothing of substance to stop those directly under his DOJ’s power from murdering black men? Did you miss that your Negroid president exited his office deaf to his Negro sisters’ cries to him that their men’s black lives matter as much as his half-black ass’s? Did you miss that this cry was both acknowledgement of the violation of their life and liberty at the hands of the state and also recognition that the state had just handed my population of gays and lesbians, whom in this nation are prevailingly white middle class men with no children, a victory for white privilege so obviously odious that I, an avowed cocksucker and assfucker, stood against it in groupthink Portland— to the point I was ostracized and called a self-hating homophobe for my position against white privilege? Never mind my argument at the time: that this amazing swell of political capital and momentum was more desperately needed by the brown- and red-skinned peoples who suffer oppression and lynching nearly daily in our nation— and whom do not have the same right to keep and bare arms to protect themselves from the violences and terrors an unchecked tyrannical state acting against them? And what of the co-option of political correctness and social justice, movements specifically engendered to advance the rights of Negroes post-Clinton, by the prevailingly white male ‘trans’ movement, whom my liberal and progressive brothers and sisters find appealing both in terms of couture-mutant-ugly fashion and in terms of the vengefully divisive and unmanageable pluralism of pronouns and supposed social construct genders, all designed to cater to angry minority of one after minority of one, whom the evidence tells us time and again did not, in fact, benefit from being chemically and surgically cast in permanent drag?
We the white people of America, only for whom the Constitution is truly preserved, and which we have not changed respect that black men are not merely 3/5ths of white men, have vigorously manicured the sexual outliers within our own ranks by coopting the very tools we engineered to advance the work of our Negro brothers and sisters’ parents and grandparents fifty years past. In all of this, we left them to hang— excused by the inaction of ‘their president,’ whom I can find no evidence beyond the cosmetic of his skin color, bone structure, and fattened lips of true Negro affinities. This man, Obama, is nothing more than white man wolf in the sheep’s skin of Negro; and so it is that he wontonly and shamelessly betrayed his Negro brothers. For this, we was awarded a Nobel Peace in advance of his Presidency. Martin Luther King would be aghast at this the depravity of this con.
But no, we must not accept the prevailing evidence of his whiteness, nor his aggressive defense of that whiteness at the cost of his brown- and red-skinned brothers and sisters. We must not accept that man who ran on a semi-progressive, tantalizing wisp-of-socialism platform was anything other than a mutherfucking cracker neoliberal.
It is too plain: the Left’s cognitive dissonance maps remain steadfastly anchored against such evidences; my cohort’s very organizations of our interpretations into group-defining narratives disallows both the text and the sources of those who cite the naked, bald truth of our blatant hypocrisy and shamelessly thinly veiled Progressive racisms.
How many Negro women and men confided in me on these past 45,000 miles of research and witnessing during these past two years that they hated the Liberals and Progressives who claimed to help them, their blonde neurotic women who attended prestigious private liberal arts colleges in pristine pastoral settings and their chained, slobbering lesbian counterparts, both mistaking wars of words that amount only to a deeper entrenchment and disablement of the Negro communities as flaming of swords of truth in their so-called war for social justice, while these hideous hypocrites invade and colonize their historically Negro communities, mistaking the cliques and clean-ups of their much vaunted gentrification as anything but colonialism, and excusing their execution of these generational communities of intertwined family histories by offering community development non-profits to push those same civically disabled Negro sisters and brothers whose entire communities they robbed of their territories and dwellings with subsidized small business loans that would allow them return as business persons into their stolen communities, well after those communities’ residential property values outstrip any scope of affordability that might be satisfied by those businesses’ profits.
What a hideous ugly racist affair we advance against these persons, denying them happiness and liberty, and failing utterly to secure their lives from the tyranny of the security state, all under the banner of righteousness, and all advanced by your white privilege POTUS Barack Hussein Obama?
And you, my liberal sister, my progressive brother, do you meet these words now with haughty indignation? Do you suppose, again, me to be homophobe, racist, hater of women as my words make it plain that the only party I stand against is yours— the very party I was once dutifully loyal to? Have you bothered in the slightest to go before those Negro sisters, their mothers, and their children whom you displaced in your gentrification, to inquire about their feelings about you, personally, and your precious help on their behalf? Did their men’s black lives matter so much to you that when you encounted an unfolding police lynching, you thought to record it from the safety of your peekaboo baby book black mirror and its subtle double that comforts you and instread your white ass, whom the tyrannical state all too evidently views as precious, between brother and pig, lest he be lynched? Have you asked their wives, children, and mothers which they prefer: The video you posted to poor broken Facebook of their execution that the officers in question might receive token slaps on the wrist and satisfy your white righteousness? Or that their men returned home to their families after you used the power of your precious white ass to tell the state defiantly: This black life matters?
Do you dare excuse these abhorrent world-marking behaviors by supposing you hold good intentions, and those alone somehow purify you of wrongdoing? And do suppose, at the end of it all, that rich privileged thieving you are somehow more of a victim than these persons whom you thieve land and community and history and prosperity from in bald blatant and shameless colonialist acts, even more baldly in the name of protecting them, while doing absolutely nothing at all to save their lives?
Your white grandparents engaged in precisely these interventions during the Reverend Dr. King’s era of civil rights. These men won the world in the War, and they came home and fought for the brothers who fought beside them. It is the shame of their memory that you do any but that, and claim for yourselves their heroism.
Shame on you all. Under your protective watch, armed with the righteous aegis of political correctness, social justice, and Black Lives Matter, all of which you have colonized and white-fashioned to your white liking, vastly more black men have suffered lynchings and murder than any of your hated conservative enemies’ rules.
Sadly, your veal and theirs deserve the protection of my work; sadly, this Constitution which I defend protects your rights also. And so: I will fight to preserve those rights that your grandchildren might benefit from them, too.
But understand this: I went from having supreme esteem for my liberal peer group and progressive cohort to accepting the inescapable conclusion, guaranteed by a mountain of evidence against which only white supposition and white “yeah but” rhetoric and white police might stands as tyrannically sustaining narrative antidote, that my peers and cohort have become not merely the very monsters they claim to act against, but something far uglier, more deceitful, and more corrosively vitriolic by far.
Liberalism is not the remedy nor racisms’ or any ‘-ism’s malady.
However, it is not for any of these reasons that I cite the Reverend Dr. King’s speech.
I offer this speech as a source text, a sobering reference of how little we the people have truly accomplished on behalf of the guarantees of liberty to each and every man, woman, and child born into this nation.
It is in advance of my accomplishment of this Ontology, its science, its A2-consciousness, and its zero-point energy endogenous in each of you, that I humbly offer following update, as I, like our greatest moral prophet, also have a dream.
It is dream us all. And it is a dream I can render real— this year.