Speech by Martin Luther King Jr

“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 an appalling condition. 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 Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir.

This note was a promise that all men would be guaranteed the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. 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 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. 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 rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to open the doors of opportunity to all of God’s children. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment and to underestimate the determination of the Negro. 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. 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. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro 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 Negro community must not lead us to 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 their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.

We cannot walk alone. And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall 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 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 a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro 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 cells. Some of you have come from areas where your 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 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, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, 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: 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 slaveowners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood. I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice. I have a dream that my four 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 the state of Alabama, whose governor’s lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together 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 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. This is the faith with which I return to the South. 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 a 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. 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 curvaceous peaks 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 every molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

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!”

by Martin Luther King Jr
Delivered on the steps at the Lincoln Memorial in Washington D.C. on August 28,

She was here, you could have!! [fun]

A Sardarji and his wife are traveling by car from Key West to Boston. After almost twenty-four hours on the road, they’re too tired to continue, and they decide to stop for a rest. They stop at a nice hotel and take a room, but they only plan to sleep for four hours and then get back on the road.

When they check out four hours later, the desk clerk hands them a bill for $350.. The Sardarji explodes and demands to know why the charge is so high. He tells the clerk although it’s a nice hotel, the rooms certainly aren’t worth $350. When the clerk tells him $350 is the standard rate, the man insists on speaking to the Manager. The Manager appears, listens to the Sardarji, and then explains that the hotel has an Olympic-sized pool and a huge conference center that were available for the husband and wife to use…

But we didn’t use them’, the Sardarji complains.

Well, they are here, and you could have,’ explains the Manager. He goes on to explain they could have taken in one of the shows for which the hotel is famous. ‘The best entertainers from New York, Hollywood and Las Vegas perform here,’ the Manager says.

But we didn’t go to any of those shows,’ sardarji complains again.

‘Well, we have them, and you could have’, the Manager replies. No matter what facility the Manager mentions, the sardarji replies ‘But we didn’t use it’. The Manager is unmoved, and eventually the Sardarji finally gives up and agrees to pay. He writes a check and gives it to the Manager.

The Manager is surprised when the looks at the check. ‘But sir,’ he says, ‘this check is only made out for $100.’ ‘That’s right,’ says the sardarji,

‘I charged you $250 for sleeping with my wife.’

‘But I didn’t!’ exclaims the Manager.

‘Well,’ the Sardarji replies, ‘she was here, and you could have.’

Make a difference – Inspiring Story

A man was walking down the beach at sunset.  As he walked a long, he saw another man in the distance.  He noticed this man kept leaning down, picking up something and throwing it out into the water again and again.  As he approached even closer, he noticed that the man was picking up starfish that had been washed up on the beach.  He was throwing them back into the water, one by one.

Puzzled, he approached the man and said, “Good Evening. I was wondering what you are doing.”

“I’m throwing these starfish back into the ocean.  You see, it’s low tide and all these starfish have been washed up onto the shore.  If I don’t throw them back into the ocean, they’ll die up here from lack of oxygen.”

“But there must be thousands of starfish on this beach.  You can’t possibly get to all of them.  And, don’t you realize this is probably happening on hundreds of beaches all up and down this coast.  Can’t you see that you can’t possibly make a big difference?”

The man bent down and picked up yet another starfish, and threw it back into the ocean.  With a smile he replied, “I am happy that I made a big difference to that small one!”
 
Just remember, no matter how small the deed, it really does make a difference.

He makes his own lunch!! [Fun]

Gujarati, a Madrasi and a sardaar were doing construction work on scaffolding on the 20th floor of a building.

They were having lunch. As Gujju opened his lunch box he angrily said, “Dhokla! If I get dhokla one more time for lunch, I’m going to jump off this building.”

The Madrasi opened his lunch box and exclaimed, “Idli Sambhar… again! If I get idli sambhar one more time I’m going to jump off too.”

The sardaar opened his lunch and shouted with anger, “Parontha again! If I get a parontha one more time, I’m jumping too.”

The next day, the Gujju opened his lunch box, saw dhokla, and jumped to his death.

The Madrasi opened his lunch, saw idli sambhar, and jumped, too.

The sardaar opened his lunch, saw the parontha and jumped to his death as well.

At the funeral, Gujju’s wife was weeping. She said, “If I’d known how really tired he was of dhokla, I never would have given it to him again!”

The Madrasi’s wife also wept and said, “I could have given him dossa! I didn’t realize he hated idli sambhar so much.”

Everyone turned and stared at the sardaar’s wife.

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The sardaar’s wife said,

“Don’t look at me. He makes his own lunch.”

The Pebbels – Inspiring Story

Many years ago in a small Indian Village, a farmer had the misfortune of owing a large sum of money to a village moneylender. The Moneylender, who was old and ugly, fancied the farmer’s beautiful Daughter. So he proposed a bargain.

He said he would forgo the farmer’s debt if he could marry his Daughter. Both the farmer and his daughter were horrified by the Proposal.

So the cunning money-lender suggested that they let Providence decide the matter. He told them that he would put a black Pebble and a white pebble into an empty money bag. Then the girl would have to pick one pebble from the bag.

1) If she picked the black pebble, she would become his wife and her father’s debt would be forgiven.

2) If she picked the white pebble she need not marry him and her father’s debt would still be forgiven.

3) But if she refused to pick a pebble, her father would be thrown into Jail.

They were standing on a pebble strewn path in the farmer’s field. As They talked, the moneylender bent over to pick up two pebbles. As he Picked them up, the sharp-eyed girl noticed that he had picked up two Black pebbles and put them into the bag.

He then asked the girl to pick A pebble from the bag.

Now, imagine that you were standing in the field. What would you have Done if you were the girl? If you had to advise her, what would you Have told her?

Well, here is what she did ….

The girl put her hand into the moneybag and drew out a pebble. Without Looking at it, she fumbled and let it fall onto the pebble-strewn path Where it immediately became lost among all the other pebbles.

“Oh, how clumsy of me,” she said. “But never mind, if you look into the Bag for the one that is left, you will be able to tell which pebble I Picked.”

Since the remaining pebble is black, it must be assumed that she had Picked the white one. And since the money-lender dared not admit his Dishonesty, the girl changed what seemed an impossible situation into An extremely advantageous one.

MORAL OF THE STORY:

Most complex problems do have a solution. It is only that we don’t Attempt to think.

Quotes for SMS

Argument wins the situation but looses the person.
So never argue with ur loved ones.
because situation is not important than ur loved ones!

Vision without action is merely a dream.
Action without vision just passes the time.
Vision with action can change the world.

Keep YouR HEAD up so that
pEopLe kNow You aRe aFRaId oF no one.
But keep YouR EYES doWn so that
You are kNoWn to Be a RespectabLe peRson.

Harsh Reality of life
Every One Is Good to you
Till you Expect Nothing From Them
& You are  Good To Them
Only Till you FullFill Their Expectations!

See The ClöcK Only,
When Yöu Have Nö Work.
But Dönt See The Clöck,
When You Are Wörking.

If people feel that
they have never made a mistake in whole life,
then it means they have never tried a new thing.

Never judge a person by his present status.
Because time has great power to change
a useless coal into a valuable DIAMOND.

If you trust someone.
Trust till the end.
Whatever the results may be.
In the end either you will have
a very good friend or a good lesson.

We spend our days
waiting for the Ideal path
to appear in front of us.
But what we forget that,
paths are made by walking.

Life never leaves you empty.
It always replaces everything you lost.
If it asks you to put something down,
It’s because it wants you to pick up something greater.

When God gives us NO for an answer.
Keep in mind that there is a much greater YES
His NO is not a REJECTION.
But a REDIRECTION

Morning is God’s way of saying:
One more time! Live life.
Make a difference.
Touch 1 heart.
Encourage 1 mind.
Inspire 1 soul.

One day a man asked God.
What is difference between
your love and my love.
God Replied: Bird in the sky is my love.
and the bird in the cage is your love.

Remember: No matter how bad you are.
You are not totally useless
You can still be used as a bad example

Nature has given you a face,
But you have to provide the expression.
Be careful when you express,
Because your expressions will leave an impression

some nice sayings:
1. Control your attitude, before it controls you
2. The best vitamin for making friends is B1
3. Your best friend is your own Gumption

We do 100 good things
nobody remembers.
We do 1 thing wrong
nobody forgets.
Its God who Gives, Gives and Forgives.
Its human who Gets, Gets and Forgets.

Good relationships are like trees.
They demand attention and care
in the begining.
But once they blossom
they provide you shade
in all situations of life.

When your friend lies to you
it is not his mistake
actually but it is your mistake
that you didn’t give him proper space
to tell the truth.

Listen this sweet voice in morning.
Holly call is going on
It has happiness and blessing
of World and Heaven.
Just get up with a smile on your face.
and offer NAMAZ.

As rain covers the sun.
Truth covers the lies.
Angels cover the evil.
Flowers cover the garden.
I wish and pray
that happiness covers all the
worries of your life.

Past is EXPERIENCE
Present is EXPERIMENT
Future is EXPECTATION
So use your experiences
in your experiments
to achieve your expectations.

Life has 5 stars.
Kind star is MOTHER.
Action star is FATHER.
Ultimate star is TEACHER.
Top star is LOVER.
The super star is FRIEND.

A thoughtful thoughts.
when someone tries to impress you.
It means he is already impressed by you!
Think on it!!

The company of good people
like the shop of perfume.
Whether you have bought perfume or not.
You will receive a lot of good fragrance.

Management fundamental for success.
“If you don’t like any rule,
Just follow it, reach the top
and change the rule.”

Value of relation is not,
That how much one feels
happy with someone.
But it is the lonliness,
That one feels without someone.

Three Donkey’s Load – Fun and Joke

Once Akbar went to the river with his two sons and wise Minister Birbal. On the bank of the river, Akbar and his two sons took off their clothes and asked Birbal to take care of them while they took bath in the river.

Birbal was waiting for them to come out of the river. All the clothes were on his shoulder. Looking at Birbal standing like this, Akbar felt like teasing him, so he said to him, “Birbal, you look like as if you are carrying a washerman’s donkey load.”

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Birbal quickly retorted, “Sir, Washerman’s donkey carries only one donkey’s load, I am carrying three donkey’s load.” Akbar was speechless