On Wednesday, August 28, 1963, he watched and listened as Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. delivered his “I Have a Dream” speech to those participating in the March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom.
He had a nightmare that day.
He had a nightmare that society was changing in ways that were irreversible.
He had a nightmare that little black children would be going to school with little white children.
He had a nightmare that there would be no more places and privileges reserved for white folks.
He had a nightmare that day.
He had a nightmare that he would not be guaranteed higher standing because of the color of his skin.
He had a nightmare that there would no longer be people on whom he was assumed to have the right to look down.
He had a nightmare that all people would be regarded as people.
He had a nightmare that day.
He had a nightmare that “one nation” meant “one” and that “liberty and justice for all” really meant “for all.”
He had a nightmare that every person really was God’s child.
He had a nightmare that for others to have a larger piece of the pie could mean that he would have a smaller piece.
He had a nightmare that day.
He had a nightmare that people of different races might start marrying each other and producing children.
He had a nightmare that his assumptions would be proven wrong and his prejudices would be exposed as sinful.
He had a nightmare that people who were on a lower rung than he was on the socio-economic ladder would be able to climb as high as him and maybe even climb past him.
He had a nightmare that day.
He had a nightmare that he would be judged not by the color of his skin but by the content of his character.
He had a nightmare that his church might no longer be a gathering of only people who looked and thought like he did.
He had a nightmare that a quality education might cause some folks to think they were smarter than he was.
He had a nightmare that day.
He had a nightmare that somebody he regarded as beneath him might become his boss.
He had a nightmare that black and brown folks might want to live in a house as nice as his and maybe even in his neighborhood.
He had a nightmare that one of them might even get to live in the big White House.
He had a nightmare that day.
He had a nightmare that fifty years from that day, his children and grandchildren would not fear what he feared.
He had a nightmare that fifty years from that day, progress toward justice, freedom, and equality would have been made.
He had a nightmare that fifty years from that day, Christians would have come to live up to the ultimate meaning of their Scriptures and Americans to the ultimate meaning of their founding documents.
He had a nightmare that day …
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