Martin Luther King Day ( poem ) !

Celebrating  Martin Luther  King Day ;  for  togetherness  for all  races and his vision of  a better tomorrow.

I Have a Dream

I say to you today, my friends, even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American 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; thal all men are created equal”.

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 little white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plains, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all the flesh shall see it together.
This is our hope. 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.
This will be the day when all of God’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 father died, land of pilgrims’ pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring”.
And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. 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 snowcapped Rockies of Colorado! Let freedom ring from the curvacious slopes of California!
But not only that; let freedom ring from the Stone Mountain of Georgia! Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee. Let freedom ring from every hill and mole hill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring, and when this happens,

When we let 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 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”!

Posted by author Bernadine Feagins

Book Pick For The WEEK ( 12 ) !

THIS IS AN  HEART-WRENCHING STORY , TO MUCH DRAMA TO BE  TRUE OR  IS  IT . A MUST READ BOOK !

MEMOIR  TOLD  BY  THE  AUTHOR :

I was born in Birmingham, Alabama, November 14, 1959. I was the ninth of 11 children, the youngest of six girls. My father didn’t spend much time with me as a child and left home when I was around 8 years old. I grew up with my mother, who was a nurse. She retired from the University of Alabama in Birmingham after 30 years of nursing. We struggled as a very poor family in North Birmingham, Alabama. One of my brothers was killed in the Vietnam War and my mother received a death benefit. She used that money to move us to a better neighborhood. Between 11 children, there were four different fathers. Six of us children had the same father. There was another set of three children born to the same father. There were two other children born of two different fathers. You can imagine the difficulies we faced in our household. You will enjoy reading about all of that. I attended Lewis Elementary School, Norwood Elementary School, and Phillips High School. I married young and gave birth to my first daughter. I missed my senior year of high school because I was pregnant, and settled for my GED. After all of that, I enlisted in the United States Air Force. While on active duty, I completed my Associates Degree and was offered a scholarship to complete my Bachelors Degree in Computer Science. The Air Force was also where I began to date my soon-to-be husband, Stuart. After I graduated, I was commissioned as a Second Lieutenant and re-entered the Air Force. My first assignment was to Langley Air Force Base in Hampton, Virginia. It was there that I married and gave birth to my second daughter. Later that year, I was diagnosed with pulmonary sarcoidosis. Later, the sarcoidosis affected my brain and I was diagnosed with neurosarcoidosis.

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