I Have a Dream

In 1963, Dr. Martin Luther King had a dream.  He had a dream, “that the sons of former slaves and the sons of slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.”  He had a dream.

He had a dream, “that little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.” He had a dream.

Sadly, 16 million sons of slaves have been aborted since 1973.  16 million little black boys and little black girls have been aborted since 1973.  In 1963, Dr. King said he would not be satisfied as long as a Negro could not “gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities.”

In 1973, ten years after he told the world of his dream from the steps of the Lincoln Memorial in Washington D.C., and five years after he was murdered by a white man who represented everything he stood against, the gavel of the Supreme Court fell like a guillotine on Dr. King’s dream.  Because of Roe v. Wade, 16 million African-American babies have been denied the right to live Dr. King’s dream. While a Negro can now “gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities,” 16 million Negroes have been unable to gain lodging in their very own mothers’ wombs.

We cannot live Dr. King’s dream as long as African-American abortion doctors and African-American mothers and an African-American president are uniting to do a better job of killing off the African-American race than white supremacists ever could have dreamed.

I share Dr. King’s dream.  I have a dream that the sons of former slaves and my sons will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood. I have a dream. I have a dream that little black boys and black girls will join hands with my little boys and girls as sisters and brothers.  I have a dream.

Come dream with Dr. King and me!