We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.īut there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment and to underestimate the determination of the Negro. 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 open the doors of opportunity to all of God's children. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. 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.
We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. This note was a promise that all men would be guaranteed the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. 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 American was to fall heir. In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. So we have come here today to dramatize an appalling condition. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. 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 life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of captivity.īut one hundred years later, we must face the tragic fact that the Negro is still not free. 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. on August 28, 1963įive score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand signed the Emancipation Proclamation. I have a Dream by Martin Luther King, Jr August 28, 1963ĭelivered on the steps at the Lincoln Memorial in Washington D.C.
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