Author's Note: Martin Luther King Jr.'s speech "I Have a Dream" shall be mixed throughout the article.
He had a dream. He was legend. His voice was as powerful as the eagle. His heart was up in sky with the angels. His soul was flying past us, telling us to move forward.
Open your eyes, let the message come in. Hold the hand of your brothers and sisters.
Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!
Will you kiss the face of humanity, let your soul join the billions of others who live in this earth? Will you throw away your hatred and let your heart take control of your life?
It's your duty to let it in. It's your duty to the country, to the world, to keep your head on straight and take the hands of your fellow Americans and lead the way, to a door of compassion and forgiving.
I'm white, you're Black, she's Hispanic, he's Native American. My hair's blonde, yours is black, hers is brown, his is red. We are all different, but our hearts are the same. May we all discover the true meaning of forgiveness someday. May be discover the word "different" when we mature.
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 Whites 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.
A quarter of a million people gather at Abraham's memorial, linking around the pond, reaching to the Washington Monument, to hear the dream. To see if the black man's voice could change their point of view. Let them march, let them march, let them march America to a place of freedom. The people's skin color varies so wildly it looks like a sea of sand. The black and white photos of that day could probably never demonstrate the amount of hope was in the air. No matter how many pictures we see of this great man, his hand in the air, a small smile on his face, we will never be able to hear his voice again.
One man come in the name of love
One man come and go
One come he to justify
One man to overthrow "Pride (In the Name of Love)" by U2
My feet carry me up the steps the steps of the Lincoln Memorial. I reach the step where Martin Luther king stood almost 50 years ago. Even though moms and dads with little kids rush past me and school groups are whining they want to go back to the hotel, time stand stills. I can close my eyes and hear the cheers. I can hear his voice echoing through my veins. My feet leave the ground and I'm flying, taking the hands of my neighbors and leaving the world. The universe stands before me, but before I can reach for the stars a young woman bumps against me and gives me a cold stare. I smile but she rolls her eyes and scrambles to get to the top of the memorial. There's no discrimination against color as I can see, but I look around and see people walking far away from each other, scared to talk to someone different.
There was someone out there who saw me equal. Who wouldn't judge me because of what I wore and what I said, who wouldn't think I was lazy and spoiled because of the color of my skin.
My heart begs for this stupid presidential election to pass over quickly. Republicans and Democrats. It's amazing how someone won't talk to you because you won't vote for a white or black man to run the country. In the name of love, stop. Whoever runs this country, I don't care. It's not up to them, it's up to US. WE are the people of the world.
I am not an American. I am a living being. I don't care! I don't care! I don't care!
I don't care! I don't! I really don't care who you are. My arms are open, please rush into them.
"For the reverend, Martin Luther King, sing!" -Bono Rattle and Hum.
A single shot kills the man who could help, slap the government into shape. What did the person think they would accomplish? Where's the honor in shooting a man? What satisfactory do you get knowing you killed a man who was a leader and wanted peace?
A nation in mourning, the dream remembered. A nation dressed in black, our skin color wasn't of much importance then.
In the name of love.
Why do we still discriminate?
-msof57
Author's Note: This article was named after the U2 song "Pride (In the Name of Love)". To listen to the song you can go to this website:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D7COntXhPcI
If someone were to ask me what resembles peace, it would be him.
RIP Martin Luther
