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PurpleJ
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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.
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 Harv 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 Harv still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Harv is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Harv lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Harv is still languished in the corners of Hardcore Husky society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
In a sense we've 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 Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every Hardcore Husky 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." It is obvious today that Hardcore Husky has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, Hardcore Husky has given the Harv people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "you're poast has been submitted for approval."
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.
We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of Allah's children.
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. And those who hope that the Harv needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Harv is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
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 must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.
The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Harv community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.
We cannot walk alone.
And 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 self-hood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating: "For Doogs Only." We cannot be satisfied as long as a Harv in Mississippi cannot vote and a Harv 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."
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. 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, I say to you today, my friends.
And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the Hardcore Husky dream.
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 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.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."
This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.
With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of Allah's children will be able to sing with new meaning:
My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.
Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride,
From every mountainside, let freedom ring!
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 Rockies of Colorado.
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.
But not only that:
Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.
From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, and when we allow freedom 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 Allah'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 Harv spiritual:
Free at last! Free at last!
Thank Allah Almighty, Harvey Road is free at last!!!!!!!!!!!!1
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 Harv 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 Harv still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Harv is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Harv lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Harv is still languished in the corners of Hardcore Husky society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
In a sense we've 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 Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every Hardcore Husky 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." It is obvious today that Hardcore Husky has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, Hardcore Husky has given the Harv people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "you're poast has been submitted for approval."
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.
We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of Allah's children.
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. And those who hope that the Harv needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Harv is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
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 must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.
The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Harv community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.
We cannot walk alone.
And 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 self-hood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating: "For Doogs Only." We cannot be satisfied as long as a Harv in Mississippi cannot vote and a Harv 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."
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. 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, I say to you today, my friends.
And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the Hardcore Husky dream.
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 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.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."
This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.
With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of Allah's children will be able to sing with new meaning:
My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.
Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride,
From every mountainside, let freedom ring!
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 Rockies of Colorado.
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.
But not only that:
Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.
From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, and when we allow freedom 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 Allah'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 Harv spiritual:
Free at last! Free at last!
Thank Allah Almighty, Harvey Road is free at last!!!!!!!!!!!!1
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Yes, an odd pairing. I know.
Tano alama miaka iliyopita, Marekani kubwa, ambao ni ishara kivuli sisi kusimama leo, saini Emancipation Tangazo. Amri hii nzito alikuja kama kubwa nguzo mwanga wa matumaini kwa mamilioni ya Harv watumwa ambao walikuwa seared katika moto wa withering haki. Ni alikuja kama alfajiri joyous kukomesha usiku muda wa wafungwa wao.
Lakini miaka mia moja baadaye, Harv bado si bure. Miaka mia moja baadaye, maisha ya Harv bado kusikitisha vilema na manacles ya ubaguzi na minyororo ya ubaguzi. Miaka mia moja baadaye, Harv anaishi upweke kisiwa cha umaskini katika katikati ya bahari kubwa ya mafanikio nyenzo. Miaka mia moja baadaye, Harv bado ni languished katika pembe ya Hardcore Husky jamii na anajikuta uhamishoni katika nchi yake mwenyewe. Na hivyo tumekuwa kuja hapa leo wanaigiza hali ya aibu.
Kwa maana tumekuwa kuja mji mkuu wa taifa letu fedha hundi. Wakati wasanifu wa jamhuri yetu aliandika maneno mkubwa wa Katiba na Azimio la Uhuru, walikuwa kusaini kumbuka ahadi ambayo kila Hardcore Husky alikuwa kuanguka mrithi. Kumbuka hii ilikuwa ahadi kwamba watu wote, ndiyo, watu weusi kama vile watu weupe, itakuwa uhakika "Haki unalienable" wa "Maisha, Uhuru na harakati za Happiness." Ni dhahiri kwamba leo Hardcore Husky ina defaulted juu ya kumbuka hii ya ahadi, kadiri ya wananchi wake wa rangi ni wasiwasi. Badala ya kuheshimu wajibu huu takatifu, Hardcore Husky amewapa watu Harv hundi mbaya, hundi ambayo ina kuja nyuma alama "uko poast imekuwa kuwasilishwa kwa idhini."
Lakini sisi kukataa kuamini kwamba benki ya haki ni bankrupt. Sisi kukataa kuamini kwamba kuna fedha za kutosha katika vaults kubwa ya nafasi ya taifa hili. Na hivyo, tumekuwa kuja fedha hundi hii, kuangalia kwamba atatupa juu ya mahitaji ya utajiri wa uhuru na usalama wa haki.
Sisi pia kuja doa hii vilivyowekwa kuwakumbusha Amerika ya uharaka kali ya Sasa. Hii ni hakuna muda wa kushiriki katika anasa ya baridi mbali au kuchukua tranquilizing madawa ya kulevya ya gradualism. Sasa ni wakati wa kufanya halisi ahadi ya demokrasia. Sasa ni wakati wa kupanda kutoka giza na ukiwa bonde la ubaguzi kwa njia sunlit ya haki ya kitabaka. Sasa ni wakati wa kuinua taifa letu kutoka quicksands ya dhuluma rangi kwa mwamba imara ya udugu. Sasa ni wakati wa kufanya haki ukweli kwa watoto wote wa Mwenyezi Mungu.
Itakuwa mbaya kwa taifa na waache uharaka wa sasa. Huu majira sweltering ya Negro ya kutoridhika halali hayatapita mpaka kuna vuli invigorating ya uhuru na usawa. Kumi na tisa sitini na mitatu sio mwisho, lakini mwanzo. Na wale ambao matumaini kwamba Harv zinahitajika pigo mbali mvuke na sasa kuwa bidhaa itakuwa na rude kuamka kama taifa anarudi biashara kama kawaida. Na kutakuwa na wala kupumzika wala utulivu katika Amerika mpaka Harv ni nafasi ya haki yake ya uraia. Pepo za kisulisuli za uasi itaendelea kuitingisha misingi ya taifa letu mpaka siku mkali wa haki inatokea.
Lakini kuna kitu ambacho lazima niseme kwa watu wangu, ambaye kusimama juu ya kizingiti joto ambayo inaongoza ndani ya ukumbi wa haki: Katika mchakato wa kupata nafasi yetu halali, sisi lazima kuwa na hatia ya matendo wrongful. Hebu si kutafuta kukidhi kiu yetu kwa uhuru kwa kunywa kikombe cha uchungu na chuki. Ni lazima milele kufanya mapambano yetu juu ya ndege ya juu ya hadhi na nidhamu. Sisi lazima si kuruhusu maandamano yetu ubunifu degenerate katika vurugu. Tena na tena, lazima kupanda kwa urefu Mkuu wa mkutano nguvu za kimwili na nafsi nguvu.
Ajabu militancy mpya ambayo ina engulfed jamii Harv lazima si kusababisha sisi uaminifu wa watu wote nyeupe, kwa wengi wa ndugu zetu nyeupe, kama inavyoshuhudiwa na uwepo wao hapa leo, wamekuja kutambua kwamba hatima yao ni fumba na hatima yetu . Na wao wamekuja kutambua kwamba uhuru wao ni inextricably amefungwa uhuru wetu.
Hatuwezi kutembea peke yake.
Na kama sisi kutembea, sisi lazima kufanya ahadi kwamba sisi ndio daima maandamano mbele.
Hatuwezi kugeuka nyuma.
Kuna wale ambao ni kuuliza waja wa haki za kiraia, "Wakati wewe kuwa ameridhika?" Tunaweza kamwe kuridhika kwa muda mrefu kama Negro ni mwathirika wa Hofu isiyo na kifani ya ukatili wa polisi. Tunaweza kamwe kuridhika kwa muda mrefu kama miili yetu, nzito na uchovu wa safari, hawawezi kupata makaazi katika motels wa barabara na hoteli ya miji. Hatuwezi kuridhika kwa muda mrefu kama watu weusi ya uhamaji ya msingi ni kutoka ghetto ndogo na moja kubwa. Tunaweza kamwe kuridhika kwa muda mrefu kama watoto wetu ni kuvuliwa yao binafsi kofia na kuiba utu wao kwa ishara inayosema: ". Kwa Doogs Tu" Hatuwezi kuridhika kwa muda mrefu kama Harv katika Mississippi hawawezi kupiga kura na Harv katika New York anaamini yeye ana kitu ambacho kupiga kura. Hakuna, hakuna, sisi si kuridhika, na sisi si kuridhika mpaka "haki Rolls chini kama maji, na haki kama mkondo wenye nguvu."
Mimi si mwenye kughafilika kwamba baadhi ya umekuja hapa nje ya majaribio kubwa na mateso. Baadhi ya umekuja safi kutoka seli nyembamba jela. Na baadhi ya umekuja kutoka maeneo ambapo jitihada yako - jitihada kwa ajili ya uhuru wa kushoto una kupigwa na dhoruba ya mateso na kujikongoja na upepo wa ukatili wa polisi. Umekuwa maveterani wa mateso ya ubunifu. Kuendelea kufanya kazi na imani kwamba mateso unearned ni ukombozi. Kwenda nyuma Mississippi, kurudi nyuma na Alabama, kurudi nyuma na South Carolina, kurudi nyuma na Georgia, kurudi nyuma na Louisiana, kwenda nyuma ya makazi duni na mageto ya miji yetu ya kaskazini, akijua kwamba kwa namna fulani hali hii inaweza na itakuwa iliyopita.
Hebu si gaa katika bonde la kukata tamaa, nawaambia leo, marafiki zangu.
Na hivyo hata kama sisi kukabiliana na matatizo ya leo na kesho, mimi bado kuwa ndoto. Ni ndoto linafanyika katika ndoto Hardcore Husky.
Nina ndoto kwamba siku moja taifa hili atainuka na kuishi nje maana ya kweli ya imani yake: ". Sisi kushikilia kweli hizi kuwa self-dhahiri kwamba watu wote wameumbwa sawa"
Nina ndoto kwamba siku moja juu ya vilima nyekundu ya Georgia, wana wa watumwa wa zamani na wana wa zamani wamiliki watumwa wataweza kukaa chini pamoja katika meza ya udugu.
Nina ndoto kwamba siku moja hata hali ya Mississippi, hali sweltering kwa joto la udhalimu, sweltering kwa joto ya ukandamizaji, itakuwa kubadilishwa katika oasis ya uhuru na haki.
Nina ndoto kuwa wanangu wanne wadogo siku moja kuishi katika taifa ambapo wao si kuhukumiwa na rangi ya ngozi zao lakini kwa maudhui ya tabia zao.
Nina ndoto leo!
Nina ndoto kwamba siku moja, chini katika Alabama, na wabaguzi wake matata, pamoja na gavana wake kuwa midomo yake dripping na maneno ya "pangilio" na "kitanguo" - siku moja haki pale katika Alabama wavulana nyeusi kidogo na nyeusi wasichana mapenzi kuwa na uwezo wa kujiunga na mikono na kidogo wavulana na wasichana nyeupe nyeupe kama dada na kaka.
Nina ndoto leo!
Nina ndoto kwamba siku moja kila bonde atakwezwa, na kila kilima na mlima kitashushwa, maeneo mbaya zitafanywa wazi, na maeneo kuipotosha zitafanywa sawa, "na utukufu wa Bwana utakaofunuliwa na wote wenye mwili watauona pamoja."
Hii ni matumaini yetu, na hii ni imani kwamba mimi kurejea Afrika pamoja.
Na imani hii, sisi kuwa na uwezo wa mnachonga ya mlima wa kukata tamaa jiwe la matumaini. Na imani hii, sisi kuwa na uwezo wa kubadilisha jangling discords ya taifa letu katika Symphony nzuri ya udugu. Na imani hii, tutakuwa na uwezo wa kufanya kazi kwa pamoja, kuomba pamoja, mapambano pamoja, kwenda jela pamoja, kusimama kwa uhuru pamoja, tukijua kwamba sisi itakuwa bure siku moja.
Na hii itakuwa siku - hii itakuwa siku wakati wote wa wana wa Mwenyezi Mungu ataweza kuimba na maana mpya:
Nchi yangu 'tis kwako, tamu nchi ya uhuru, ya kwako mimi kuimba.
Ardhi ambapo baba yangu alifariki, nchi ya kiburi Pilgrim wa,
Kutoka kila mlima, basi uhuru pete!
Na kama Marekani ni kuwa taifa kubwa, hii ni lazima kuwa kweli.
Na hivyo basi uhuru pete kutoka hilltops prodigious ya New Hampshire.
Hebu uhuru pete kutoka milima hodari wa New York.
Hebu uhuru pete kutoka Alleghenies heightening ya Pennsylvania.
Hebu uhuru pete kutoka Rockies theluji-capped ya Colorado.
Hebu uhuru pete kutoka mteremko curvaceous ya California.
Lakini si tu kwamba:
Hebu uhuru pete kutoka Stone Mountain ya Georgia.
Hebu uhuru pete kutoka Lookout Mlima wa Tennessee.
Hebu uhuru pete kutoka kila mlima na molehill ya Mississippi.
Kutoka kila mlima, basi uhuru pete.
Na wakati huu hufanyika, na wakati sisi kuruhusu uhuru pete, wakati sisi basi ni pete kutoka kila kijiji na kila kitongoji, kutoka kila jimbo na kila mji, tutakuwa na uwezo wa kuharakisha siku wakati wote wa wana wa Mwenyezi Mungu, watu weusi na weupe wanaume, Wayahudi na watu wa mataifa mengine, Waprotestanti na Wakatoliki, wataweza kujiunga na mikono na kuimba kwa maneno ya Harv umri wa kiroho:
I believe in 2nd chances. You know who else believed in 2nd chances? Jesus. You don't hate Jesus so why not give Harvey Road another shot?
your welcome.