Anna's Soapbox

Sometimes, when a child is born, the world does change. On January 15, 1929, Martin Luther King, Jr., came into the world, and in his too-short lifetime he helped transform it into a better place. Far from perfect, but better.

I pulled the following from Stanford's MLKJr Papers Project (sorry for the funky spacing and formatting; I'm still working on those HTML skills).

	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 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.
. . . 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!
--Martin Luther King, Jr., speaking on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial in Washington D.C. on August 28, 1963 (see the full text of this speech here)