我有一个梦想(英文)

我有一个梦想（英文）

马丁

路德

金

Five

score

years

ago,

a

great

American,

in

whose

symbolic

shadow

we

stand

signed

the

Emancipation

Proclamation.

This

momentous

decree

came

as

a

great

beacon

light

of

hope

to

millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of w

ithering injustice. It came as a

joyous daybreak to end the long night of captivity. But one hundred years later, we must face the

tragic fact that the Negro is still not free.

One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation

and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a

lonely

island of

poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is

still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land.

So we have come here today to dramatize an appalling condition. In a sense we have come to our

nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words

of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to

which every American was to fall heir.

This note was a promise that all men would be guaranteed the

inalienable rights of life,

liberty,

and

the

pursuit

of

happiness.

It

is

obvious

today

that

America

has

defaulted

on

this

promissory

note

insofar

as

her citizens

of

color

are concerned.

Instead

of

honoring

this

sacred

obligation,

America

has

given

the

Negro

people

a

bad

check

which

has

come

back

marked

ient

funds.

But we

refuse

to

believe

that

the

bank

of

justice

is

bankrupt.

We

refuse

to

believe

that

there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation.

So

we

have

come

to

cash

this

check

--

a

check

that

will

give

us

upon

demand

the

riches

of

freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of

the

fierce

urgency

of

now.

This

is

no

time

to

engage

in

the

luxury

of cooling

off

or to take

the

tranquilizing

drug

of

gradualism.

Now

is

the

time

to

rise from

the

dark

and

desolate

valley

of

segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to open the doors of opportunity to

all of God's children. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to

the solid rock of brotherhood.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment and to underestimate the

determination of the Negro. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not

pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an

end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be

content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be ne

ither

rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights.

The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day

of justice emerges. But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm

threshold which

leads

into

the

palace

of

justice.

In

the

process

of

gaining

our

rightful

place we

must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking

from the cup of bitterness and hatred.

We

must

forever

conduct

our struggle

on

the

high

plane

of

dignity

and

discipline. we

must

not

allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to

the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.

The

marvelous

new

militancy

which

has

engulfed

the

Negro

community

must

not

lead

us

to

distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here

today,

have

come

to

realize

that

their

destiny

is

tied

up

with

our

destiny

and

their

freedom

is

inextricably bound to our freedom.

We cannot walk alone. And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall march ahead. We

cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights,

satisfied?

gain lodging

in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as

long

as

the

Negro's

basic

mobility

is

from

a

smaller

ghetto

to

a

larger

one.

We

can

never

be

satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New Y

ork believes he has

nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice

rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of

you have come fresh from narrow cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for

freedom

left

you

battered

by

the

storms

of

persecution

and

staggered

by

the

winds

of

police

brutality.

Y

ou

have

been

the

veterans

of creative

suffering.

Continue

to work with

the

faith

that

unearned suffering is redemptive.

Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to

the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be

changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair. 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:

hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal.

the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slaveowners will be able

to

sit

down

together

at

a

table

of

brotherhood.

I

have

a

dream

that

one

day

even

the

state

of

Mississippi,

a

desert

state,

sweltering

with

the

heat

of

injustice

and

oppression,

will

be

transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice. 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. I have a dream today.

I

have

a

dream

that

one

day

the state

of

Alabama, whose

governor's

lips

are

presently

dripping

with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little

black

boys

and

black

girls will

be

able

to

join

hands with

little

white

boys

and white

girls

and

walk

together

as

sisters

and

brothers. I

have

a

dream

today

. I

have

a

dream

that

one

day

every

valley shall be exalted, 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. This is our hope. This is the faith with which I return to the South.

With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this

faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of

brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together,

to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will

be

the

day when

all

of

God's children

will

be

able

to

sing with

a

new

meaning,

country

, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the

pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring.

this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of

New Hampshire. Let

freedom

ring

from the

mighty

mountains

of

New

Y

ork.

Let

freedom

ring from

the

heightening

Alleghenies

of

Pennsylvania!

Let

freedom

ring

from

the snowcapped

Rockies

of

Colorado!

Let

freedom ring from the curvaceous peaks of California!

But not only that;

let freedom ring from

Stone Mountain of Georgia! Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee! Let freedom

ring from every hill and every molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

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,

last!

马丁〃

< br>路德〃

金于

1963

年

8

月

23

日在华盛顿林 肯纪念堂发表的著名演讲

《我有

一个梦想》

１００年前，一位伟大的美国人签署了解放黑 奴宣

言，今天我们就是在他的雕像前集会。这一庄严宣言犹

如灯 塔的光芒，给千百万在那摧残生命的不义之火中受

煎熬的黑奴带来了希望。它之到来犹如 欢乐的黎明，结

束了束缚黑人的漫漫长夜。

然而１００年后的今天，我们必须正视黑人还没有得到 自由这一悲惨的事

实。

１００年后的今天，

在种族隔离的镣铐和种族歧视的枷锁下，

黑人的生活备

受压 榨。

１００年后的今天，

黑人仍生活在物质充裕的海洋中一个穷 困的孤岛上。

１００年后的今天，

黑人仍然萎缩在美国社会的角 落里，

并且意识到自己是故土

家园中的流亡者。

今天我们在这里集会，

就是要把这种骇人听闻的情况公诸于众。

就某种意义而言，

今天我们是为了要求兑现

诺言而汇集到我们国家的首都来的。

我 们共和国

的缔造者草拟宪法和独立宣言的气壮山河的词

句时，曾 向每一个美国人许下了诺言，他们承诺

给予所有的人以生存、

自 由和追求幸福的不可剥

夺的权利。

就有色公民而论，

美国显然没 有实践她的诺

言。美国没有履行这项神圣的义务，只是给黑人

开 了一张空头支票，支票上盖着“资金不足”的

坐落在亚特兰大市的

马丁