马丁路德金,忽然想起来Cole支线居然有反川普的意思

马丁路德金,忽然想起来Cole支线居然有反川普的意思

反射弧长,猝然想到的= =

Martin Luther King

原版 《I have a dream!》 Delivered on the steps at the 林肯 Memorial
in Washington D.C. on 奥古斯特 28, 1965. Source: 马丁 Luther King, Jr:
The Peaceful Warrior, Pocket Books, NY 一九六七 正文如下: I am happy to join
with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest
demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation. Five score years
ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, 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 withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end
the long night of bad captivity. But one hundred years later, the Negro
still is 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 languished in the corners of
American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So weve
come here today to dramatize a shameful condition. In a sense we have
come to our nation’s capital to cash a cheque. 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, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the
unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. It is
obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note in
sofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this
sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad cheque, a
cheque which has come back marked insufficient 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 thischeque — a cheque 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 make real
the promises of democracy. 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 lift our nation from the quick sands of racial injustice
to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a
reality for all of God’s children. It would be fatal for the nation to
overlook the urgency of the moment. 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 neither 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 a 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. They have come
to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We
cannot walk alone. As we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall
always march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking
the devotees of civil rights, When will you be satisfied? We can never
be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable
horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied, as long as our
bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot 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 our children are
stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating
For Whites Only. We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in
Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York 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
jail 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. You 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 South
Carolina, go back to 吉优rgia, 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. 伊萨y to you today, my friends, 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, live up to 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 吉优rgia 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 down 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, 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 that I
go back to the South with. 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 Gods children will be able to
sing with new meaning. My country, tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing: Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrims pride,
From every mountainside. Let freedom ring. And if America is to be a
great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the
prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty
mountains of New York! Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies
of Pennsylvania! Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of
Colorado! Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes 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 molehill of Mississippi! From every mountainside, let
freedom ring! 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 Gods
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!(译文在下一页

Cole从第一季开端便是一副美利坚合营国土长红脖的形象,络腮胡子,一脸愁容,有一些大男士主义,但好歹有责任感又痴情(。)多多少少算是美利坚联邦合众国男人or底层人民(?)的代表吧。和诺厄那样的中惨相比较明显。

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we
stand today, 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 withering injustice.

与原配离异后就任爱妻Luisa是不法移民,因为身份难题拉动的不安全感,导致Cole和Luisa之间渐生嫌隙……

It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of bad captivity. But
one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free.

终极Cole就算从未回去Luisa身边,但许诺会为他报名家民,最终两集不断出现(其实也挺猛然的)全家清唱流行乐《This
Land is Your Land》

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

This Land is Your Land

This land is your land, this land is my land

From California to the New York island

From the Redwood forests, to the Gulf stream waters

This land belongs to you and me.

I rode and rambled

I followed my footsteps

Crossed the golden sands of your diamond deserts

And all around me a voice kept saying

Oh, this land belongs to you and me.

This land is your land, this land is my land

From California to the New York island

From the redwood forests, to the Gulf stream waters

This land belongs to you and me.

This land is your land,it is my land

From California to the New York island

From the redwood forests, to the Gulf stream waters

This land belongs to you and me.

Remember this land belongs to you and me

This land is your land, this land is my land

From California to the New York island

From the redwood forests, to the Gulf stream waters

This land belongs to you and me

Remember this land belongs to you and me

One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty
in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity.

那不就是讲百姓当家做主和United States旺盛的歌嘛= =妥妥是在反对Trump的移民政策啊= =

One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of
American society and finds himself an exile in his own land.

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So we’ve come here today to dramatize a shameful condition. 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 jail 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. You 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 South Carolina,
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, 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, live up to 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 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 governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition
and nullification, one day right down 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, 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 that I go back to the South with.
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 new meaning. My country, ’ tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of
thee I sing: Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrims’ pride,
From every mountainside

Let freedom ring. And if America is to be a great nation this must
become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New
Hampshire.

Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York!

Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!

Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slops 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 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, “Free at last! free at last! thank God almighty, we are free
at last!”

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