I, too, have a dream

Two score and one year ago, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. rallied a multitudinous, peaceful gathering at our nation’s capital to claim equal rights for the still subjugated American Negro. Armed with the inspiration born from the coupling of faith and hope, he was bringing to the American conscience a chance for redemption, chanting his dream to the four winds… with calls to freedom, to justice, and to brotherhood.

I, too, have a dream, and much like Dr. King’s, it is also a call to freedom, to justice, and to brotherhood.

Not a call to obtain freedom for any disenfranchised, special group amongst us; but rather, a call to freedom for each and everyone who populates this great Land.

Not a call to get justice for any one individual, or group, who may have grievances; but rather, a call for equality of justice for all.

Not a call to bring into our society any outcast group; but rather, a call to recognize that everyone, every dweller of this American village, is a neighbor worthy of respect.

My dream is for all Americans to be part of a strong and compassionate nation where the strongest help the weakest go forward, side by side, never leaving anyone behind. A nation where its people take great pride in individual achievement, yet never lose sight of the fact that the future of a united country relies on teamwork for the attainment of common goals.

My dream is for America to show its greatness by being humble. For an American government willing to admit the need to change some of its ways, so that our flag may represent an exemplary country, in harmony with the community of nations of which it is a part; a nation respected for its leadership, admired for its compassion, and looked-up to for its fairness when moderating conflict beyond its borders. A nation with a just, measured foreign policy that unequivocally promotes human rights, understanding for diversity, and freedom throughout the world… without imposing its will on other people. A nation not to be feared because of its economic power, or its military might. Not a bully, but a caring neighbor!

My dream is for all Americans to be producers and preservers first… and consumers last; for all Americans to be good stewards of the land and its resources; and not selfish pillagers, envied by some, while despised by many.

My dream is for all Americans to join hands and, together, become people of faith. Not a faith that brings a group of like-minds together, while excluding the rest. Not a faith that separates neighbors, assuring by its dogma that distances are always kept. Only the faith that can be accepted as guidance from a Divine Hand; only the faith that can enlighten us into accepting the reality that it is humanizing to take steps towards becoming our brother’s keeper, thus achieving peace in our nation, in the world… and, most importantly, in our hearts.

This November 2004 election may not give us the opportunity to choose the best possible government for our nation; but it does offer us, in a clear and distinct way, the alternative for rejecting what looms before us as the worst, most divisive and deceptive government we have had during our lifetime… perhaps the worst government under the Stars and Stripes which has existed in all of America’s eight generations.

I, too, have a dream… a dream I wish to keep alive during my twilight years. For thanks to this dream, a person with hope always stays a free person… but without it, that hope fades, allowing one to become a slave. I was born in freedom and pray that my destiny does not force me to die as a slave.

Will I wake up on November 3, and be fortunate to find my dream still alive? Or, will my dream burst like a bubble with the prospect of another four years of our existing reality-nightmare?