Convo with WW and MLK

Author: cirvine



Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation.

To-day, from each and all, a breath of prayer- a pulse of thought,

To memory of Him- to birth of Him.

(Abraham Lincoln, Born Feb. 12, 1809)

This momentous decree came as a great beacon light to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of injustice.


Centre of equal daughters, equal sons,

All, all alike endear’d, grown, ungrown, young or old


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 manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination.

Each of us inevitable,

Each of us limitless- each of us with his or her right upon the earth,

Each of us allowed the eternal purports of the earth,

Each of us here as divinely as any is here.

(Salut Au Monde!)

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.  And so, we’ve come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.

Here, take this gift,

I was reserving it for some hero, speaker or general, on who should serve the good old cause, the great idea, the progress and freedom of the race,

Some brave confronter of despots, some daring rebel;

But I see that what I was reserving belongs to you just as much as to any.

(To a Certain Cantatrice)

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 few equals indifferent of lands, indifferent of times,

We, enclosers of all continents, all castes, allowers of all theologies,

Compassionaters, perceivers, rapport of men,

We walk silent among disputes and assertions, but reject not the

disputers nor any thing that is asserted,

We hear the bawling and the din, we are reach’d at by divisions,

Jealousies, recriminations on every side,

They close peremptorily upon us to surround us, my comrade,

Yet we walk unheld, free, the whole earth over, journeying up and down till we make our ineffaceable mark upon time and diverse eras,

Till we saturate time and eras, that the men and women of races, ages to come, my prove brethren and lovers as we are.

(To Him That Was Crucified)

We cannot walk alone.  And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.  We cannot turn back.

For we cannot tary here,

We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger,

We the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend,

Pioneers, O pioneers!

(Pioneers, O Pioneers!)

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 dream’d a dream I saw a city invincible to the attacks of the whole

rest of the earth,

I dream’d that was the new city of Friends,

Nothing was greater there than the quality of robust love, it led the


It was seen every hour in the actions of the men of that city,

And in all their looks and words.

(I Dream’d In A Dream)

And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.  And 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 snow-capped mountains of Colorado.  Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.

Americanos!  conquerors! marches humanitarian!

Foremost! Century marches!  Libertad!  masses!

For you a programme of chants.

Chants of the prairies,

Chants of the long-running Mississippi, and down to the Mexican sea,

Chants of Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Iowa, Wisconsin, and Minnesota,

Chants going forth from the centre from Kansas, and thence equi-


Shooting in pulses of fire ceaseless to vivify all.

(Starting from Paumanok)

But not only that: Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.  Let freedom ring from the Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.  Let freedom ring from ever hill and molehill of Mississippi.  From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

Over the carnage rose prophetic a voice,

Be not dishearten’d, affection shall solve the problems of

freedom yet,

Those who love each other shall become invincible,

Sons of the Mother of All, you shall yet be victorious,

You shall yet laugh to scorn the attacks of all the remainder of

the earth.

(Over The Carnage Rose Prophetic a Voice)