When God chose your kind as the object of His love, I was the first in all Heaven to bow down before you. My love, my hope for mankind was no less than His. But I have watched you trample that gift. I've watched you kill each other race and greed, wage war over dust and rubble, and the words in old books. And yet in the midst of all this darkness, I see some people who will not be bowed. I see some people who will not give up... even when they know all hope is lost. Some people... who realize that being lost is so close to being found.
So 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 that all men are created equal.' (applause) I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former of former slave owners will they be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood. 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.