Monday was a federal holiday, Martin Luther King Day. Dr. King was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize in 1964 for his work in promoting racial equality through non-violent means. On August 28, 1963, Dr. King cried out these words from the steps of the Lincoln Memorial in Washington, DC to a gathering of a quarter million onlookers and supporters.
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, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
Today in honor of Dr. King, the weekly running group I lead at noon from my agency ran down to the spot on the Tidal Basin where the future Martin Luther King Memorial will be constructed, next to the FDR Memorial. It will have a full view of the Jefferson Memorial across the water and be within sight of the Washington Monument through the trees.
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.
From a moment’s reflection at this quiet spot, we ran on down the Mall to the Lincoln Memorial, from which steps Dr. King spoke his famous words on that portentous day.
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 injustice, 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; one day right there 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, 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.
The group climbed the high steps of this temple of freedom and looked out over the hallowed plain of equality containing its oases of sacrifice manifested by the Vietnam Wall, the Korean War Memorial, the WWI Memorial, the WW2 Memorial and in the far away distance, the Civil War Memorial shimmering in front of the Capitol. Then we ran back along the Reflecting Pool to work, having travelled four miles immersing ourselves in history and having spent forty minutes basking in greatness.
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 slopes 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 molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, when we allow freedom to 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!"