Two score and eight years ago, in the symbolic shadow of the Lincoln Memorial I stood here noting the greatness of President Lincoln's Emancipation Proclamation freeing all people at last.
This momentous decree came as a great beacon of light of hope to millions of Negro slaves seared in the flames of whithering injustice. It came as a joyous outbreak to end the long night of captivity.
But 100 years from that day in 1963, we faced the tragic fact that the Negro was not free and today 48 years later I ring out a Truth that all Americans are not free.
I will not speak of the Negro of my generation, nor generic blacks, nor hyphenated Afro Americans, for that age has past and I now focus as that shining light of liberty upon all Americans are now sadly crippled in the manacles of the segregation of the American Dream for that foreign Dream of Barack Hussein Obama. I speak not of the Negro of Chicago, but the American from sea to shining sea enslaved now in a land of darkness, holding onto to the embers of a promise of this Great Nation now but islands of flickering light in this vast ocean of despair.
It is no longer the Negro alone languishing in the corners of their America, but now all Americans exiled in their own nation by illegal foreigners aided and abetted by the undocumented occupant of the White House.
So I come here not with crowds. I arrive here not with fanfare of media. I stand here as an American who fought the battle and had it end in my blood shed as I saw others shed their blood in this cause of equality.
This is the promissory note which our Founders signed in the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution with their blood and it is an inheritance which we sign with our blood to refresh our right to life, liberty and pursuit of happiness as full heirs to our Promised Land.
This is our American inheritance. It is our wealth, but it is now an empty vault for all pillaged by the elite as this Obama regime of hope and change has robbed us of our present and our futures by redistributing wealth to the financiers in the trillions while our cities in Detroit are plowed under and our families are turned out of their homes, as these cronies of Obama Marxism hold title to their properties and refuse to resell them at market value.
It is not that justice is bankrupt. It is not that America is bankrupt. It is that the ruling class is bankrupt of the Constitution and bankrupt of what it is to be an American.
There are not insufficient funds in America, there are insufficient leaders.
So I come here to lay claim to my inheritance for not only my children and my grandchildren. I come to retrieve from the vaults of New York and Berlin the demands of this my rightful claim. There is not going to be a gradualism of taking what is mine in hope and offering me the change of destitution in exchange as this Obama regime vacations, golfs, parties and consumes our retirement and leaves us holding the debt.
This is not about racial justice or racial injustice. This is about American justice thwarted and injustice done to all Americans. We must lift ourselves from the quicksands of this Obama abyss and rise to the solid rock of American Brotherhood.
It would be fatal to the ending of our children's lives to overlook the urgency of this age and underestimate the danger this nation is in. This is the sweltering summer of American discontent. Let not 2011 be the eptiaph of America, but let us awaken if it need be rudely that 2012 will be our birth certificate to our rights as American Citizens, heirs to work of Washington, children of the sacrifice of Lincoln and promise keepers to that Shining City on a Hill of Reagan.
All of us, we the people, have full Citizenship Rights guarneteed to each of us as natural born Citizens. Those who have immigrated here legally are now heirs to those rights in leaving behind all of their former selves in complete faithfulness to our American nativity.
We have among us the whirlwinds of revolt standing for our America as certain as that first Boston Tea Party. We now have our modern Tea Party seeking an America for all, by all and of this American People. These are our true American children and these are my children. Born not of hate and raised not in bitterness, they drink from that fountain of youth born form Rushmore's mountain and illuminated by the Statue of Liberty's torch.
We conduct in this Declaration of our American Dream a battle of peace upong the high plane of dignity and discipline. We will not degenerate into violence of physical strength for our strength is from a more Creative source in the force of the soul overcoming this lowly plain from the magetic heights of that City on the Hill.
This new militancy of the Tea Party community must not lead to our distrust of each other, for we are family in this from Sarah Palin in being white, Michelle Malkin being brown and Star Parker being black.
We are all inextricably bound by our responsible freedom, our responsible liberty and our responsible lives in our American Destiny.
In this, Barack Hussein Obama is not lacking of a birth certificate. Barack Hussein Obama is not lacking of black experience. In this, Barack Hussein Dunham, Obama, Soetoro II, is lacking in American Experience, an experience he has no affinity with.
Some have said if Jesse Jackson being replaced by Barack Obama bothered me. Some have said if my being replaced by Barack Obama bothered me. The day that people had to have to honor me is their day and if the people care to cast away the past for the future, and are not bothered by it, then perhaps America has moved on from it's Dream to a Dream Obama wrote of for his father.
I tell you though I had a dream. It was a dream deeply rooted in America. It was a dream from the first sprout breaking through to hundreds of years of time worn bark, that is was a dream of, "We hold these truths to be self evident that all men are created equal".
I had a dream that Americans of this nation would rise up and live out the true meaning of that creed. I had a dream of a nation of Americans of every color sitting down together as Americans.
That was my dream of 1963 and it is a dream which is written in the reality every day of Americans joined together. I see now though that in the weak nature of the past still harbored in the hearts of some that they, in seeking to end their nightmare of past racism, threw away the Declaration of Independence, The Constitution, The Articles and the Rule of Law in the same rush which trampled the day to honor all those who struggled for equality on the day named for me, and rushed to a place in installing a man they gave all their trust and allegiance too, but that dream has become a nightmare.
And America rang that freedom from the hilltops of New Hampshire, the beaches of Flordia, the ranches of Texas, the mountains of Washington, the groves of California to the waves of Hawaii, but in that exuberant freedom of childhood joy there was not the adult discernment that responsibility was what was always warning from the Old North Church to my voice this day in a calarion call that suffering one injustice of racism and replacing it with the injustice of sedition is not freedom at all.
Until that day arrives when we awaken from dreams and face our reality, that sound is one of warning and not joy. It is the sound of alarm to God's children of America of all races, all religions and all moral creeds, not bastardized by the frenzy of the moment, but in the calm reality of the rule of law, is what I have awoken to.
This is more than the Negro spiriual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"
It is the American spiritual, "America by thee American people, America of thee American people. America for thee American people".
For we are not free at last, we are free to last as a true American people, not hoping to change, but steadfastly remaining to the chords which bind us all to 1776.
Thank God Almighty we are a united as true Citizens to our American Reality.
I have a reality.
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