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. Now is the time to make justice a reality for 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. 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 make real the promises of democracy. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquillising 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 cheque, a cheque 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 honouring this sacred obligation, America has given the negro people a bad cheque, a cheque which has come back marked "insufficient funds".īut we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note in so far as her citizens of colour are concerned. This note was a promise that all men - yes, black men as well as white 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've come to our nation's capital to cash a cheque. So we've come here today to dramatise a shameful condition. One hundred years later, the negro is still languished 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 manacle of segregation and the chains of discrimination. But 100 years later, the negro still is not free. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity. 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. 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.įive score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation.