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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.

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One hundred years later, the life of the
Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination.

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The sweltering summer of the negro legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality.

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We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline.

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Now is the time to lift our nation from
the quick sands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make
justice a reality for all of God's children.

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little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and
white girls as sisters and brothers.

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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.

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little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and
white girls as sisters and brothers.

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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.

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Now it is time to make justice a reality for all of God´s children.

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But one hundred years later, the Negro still is 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.

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

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Go back to Mississippi,go back to Alabama,go back to South Carolina,go back to Georgia,go back to 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.

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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.

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I have a dream today.

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Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, 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.

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little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and
white girls as sisters and brothers.

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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.

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Again and again we must rise to
the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.

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Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let
freedom ring.

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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.

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It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. 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.

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I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation that they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.