Dream Fulfilled?

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 slave owners will 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.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of “interposition” and “nullification” — one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and 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.”

And when this happens, when we allow 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!

I know, I know.  I’ve been AWOL for awhile now… but I’ve been doing a lot of watching, listening and thinking these days, so forgive me my absence. 🙂

I watched Obama’s nomination at the convention on Wednesday, and at the moment it became clear that the roll call would be stopped, I felt my eyes tear up a little bit.  Just a little bit.

I looked on… in awe… as I saw weights *lifted* off people’s shoulders.

I was moved at the sight of two grown men weep tears of joy… never thinking that they would be alive to see the day.

I saw something else though.  Been seeing it for quite awhile, as I’m sure most of us have.

Frustration.  Dejection.  Disbelief!  The Democratic Party is splintered, and despite the best efforts of the Clintons, the DNC and Obama, those wounds will take a long time to heal… if only because the frustrated are particularly and pretty stubborn.

What was that about a house divided against itself, again?

The election in 2000 was close, very close.  Gore lost by 5 electoral votes.  FIVE.

I really hope those willing to cut off their noses to spite their faces put their knives away, and do the right thing: support the Democratic Party Candidate.