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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.
he is telling how he wants to protect his family and give them the best life

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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. One
hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of
material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of
American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to
dramatize a shameful condition.

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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!"

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It   is   obvious   today   that   America   has   defaulted   on   this   promissory   note   insofar   as   her   citizens   of  color   are   concerned.   Instead   of   honoring   this   sacred   obligation,  America   has   given   the   Negro  people   a   bad   check,  a   check   which   has   come   back   marked   "insufficient   funds."   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.   So   we   have   come   to   cash   this   check  --  a   check  that   will   give   us   upon   demand the   riches   of   freedom   and   the   security   of   justice.

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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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In   a   sense   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   In dependence, 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.

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It   is   obvious   today   that   America   has   defaulted   on   this   promissory   note   insofar   as   her   citizens   of  color   are   concerned.   Instead   of   honoring   this   sacred   obligation,  America   has   given   the   Negro  people   a   bad   check,  a   check   which   has   come   back   marked   "insufficient   funds."   But   we   refuse   to  believe   that   the   bank   of   justice   is   bankrupt.

This shows the cause of how america was and how people reacted to everything going on around them and how they wanted it to be.

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Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand  today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity. 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. One  hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in  the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

this shows the cause and effect. the cause being the country lying about the proclamation and the effect being that they are still living the same way and are not being treated any better or given equal right.

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I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Martin expresses his joy at the beginning and establishes the tone of his lines to connect with the audience.