“我 有
一
个
梦”
张辛欣朗诵的《我有一个梦》
大头朗诵的《我有一个梦》
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小马丁·路德·金博士
在历史性“华盛顿大游行”上的演讲
美国首都华盛顿市林肯纪念堂前，1963年8月28日
我今天很高兴能和大家一起游行示威，这次活动将被后人视为我们国家有史以来最伟大的争取自由运动。
一个世纪前，一位了不起的美国人签署了奴隶解放宣言；我们现在就站在其颇有象征意义的塑象下面。对于千千万万在不公正的火焰中苦苦熬煎的黑奴来说，这份划时代的文件，是一座光芒万丈的希望灯塔，是结束他们被囚禁之漫漫长夜的快乐黎明。
然而一百年后，黑人依然未能获得自由；一百年后，黑人的命运依然被隔离的镣铐和歧视的锁链悲惨地束缚着；一百年后，在一个巨大无边的物质繁荣海洋中，黑人依然生活在贫困的孤岛上；一百年后，黑人依然在美国社会的角落中潦倒，在自己的土地上过着被放逐的生活。
因此我们今天来到这里，是要对这种耻辱的现状大声疾呼。在某种意义上，我们聚集在我们国家的首都来兑现一张支票。当共和国的缔造者写下宪法和独立宣言中的不朽文字时，他们实际上是签署了一张每个美国人都有权力继承的承诺书。这份文书承诺，所有的人，不错，黑人和白人一样，都被保障享有不可剥夺的生命、自由、追求幸福权利。
今天我们可以看得很清楚，对于美国的有色公民来说，美国并没有履行这份承诺书中的保证。美国没有能够尽到这项庄严的义务，而是给了黑人一张空头支票，一张被退回并注明“没有足够资金”的支票。然而，我们拒绝相信公正银行已经破产，我们拒绝相信在这个国家庞大的机会宝库中会没有足够的资金。因此，我们到这里来兑现这张支票，一张在需要时可以给我们带来自由之财富和公正之保障的支票。
我们今天来到这个神圣的地方，也是为了提醒美国，这个问题是极度紧迫的。现在不是缓和情绪的时候，也不是服用渐进主义安定药的时候。现在是真正履行民主承诺的时刻；现在是走出隔离之黑暗荒芜的深谷，踏上种族公平之阳光大道的时刻；现在是将我们国家从种族不公正的流沙中拔出，安放在兄弟情意的磐石之上的时刻；现在是让上帝的所有儿女都能得到公正对待的时刻。倘若我们国家忽视了此时此刻的紧迫性，其后果将是致命的。在令人心神具爽的自由与平等的秋天到来之前，这个由黑人的合理不满而造成的酷暑将不会结束。
一九六三年并非终结，而是开端。如果整个国家依然如故，那些梦想黑人只是要发泄一下情绪，并且会安于现状的人将会被粗暴地唤醒。在黑人取得其公民权利之前，美国将永无安宁与祥和；反抗的旋风将继续摇撼着我们国家的基础，直至出现公正的晴天。
但是我必须提醒大家，我们今天是站在通往公正之殿堂的门槛上，这是一道已被亿万人踏平门槛。在取得我们应有地位的过程中，我们无论如何不能有任何错误的行为。我们不能因为渴望自由，就去饮用愤怒与仇恨之酒。我们必须始终以高层次的品格和自律来进行我们的抗争。我们决不能让富于创意的抗议活动堕落成暴力行为。我们必须一次又一次地升华到以心灵力量对付肉体暴力的崇高境界。目前充满黑人社区的新斗争精神是非常好的，但决不能造成我们对所有白人的不信任。我们的许多白人兄弟，正如他们今天加入我们的行列所显示的那样，已经认识到他们的命运与我们的命运紧密地系在一起。并且他们已经认识到，他们的自由与我们的自由也是不可分割的。我们不能独自前进。并且在我们的进程中，我们必须发誓一直向前走，绝不回头。
有些人责难民权运动的积极分子说：“你们要怎样才能满意？”只要黑人还受害于警察兽行之难以言述的恐怖，我们就不能满意；只要我们经过长途跋涉而疲惫不堪的身体，不能在公路边的汽车旅店和城市中的旅馆内歇息，我们就不能满意；只要黑人的基本迁徙，只是从较小的黑人区搬到较大的黑人区，我们就不能满意；只要我们的孩子，因“只限白人”的标志而被剥夺自我和伤及自尊，我们就不能满意；只要密西西比州的黑人还不能投票，而纽约州的黑人也认为没有什么事情值得投票，我们就不能满意。不会，坚决不会！我们没有满意，并且直到“公正象水一样流淌，正义行为如同滚滚洪流”之前，我们绝不会满意。
我清楚地知道，你们中的一些人是饱受了千辛万苦才来到这里的。有一些人刚从狭窄的牢房里走出来；还有一些人因为追求自由，为当地一波又一波的迫害所压垮，并且因警察一次又一次的兽行而步履艰难；你们尝尽了种种痛苦。让我们继续努力，坚信承受不应有的痛苦定有好报。回到密西西比州去，回到阿拉巴马州去，回到南卡罗来纳州去，回到佐治亚州去，回到路易斯安那州去，回到北方城市的贫民窟和黑人区去，知道这种情况能够且终将会改变的。让我们再不要在绝望的深谷里徘徊。
朋友们，我要向大家说，尽管我们在今天和明天会面对重重困难，我仍然有一个梦，一个深深扎根于美国梦的梦；这就是有朝一日，这个国家终将会站立起来，真正履行其信条：“我们认为所有人生来平等是不言自明的真理。”我梦到有朝一日在佐治亚州起伏的红土地上，奴隶的后代与奴隶主的后代将能够情同手足地相处。我梦到有朝一日甚至密西西比州，这个充满了不平与压迫的州，将会转化成一片自由与公正的绿洲。我梦到有朝一日我的四个孩子将能够生活在这样的国度里：在此人们不是根据其肤色，而是根据其品行来衡量他们。
我今天有一个梦！
我梦到有朝一日在阿拉巴马州，尽管目前有许多恶毒的种族主义者，尽管州长叫嚷着要与联邦政府对抗，有朝一日在阿拉巴马州，黑人男孩和黑人女孩与白人男孩和白人女孩将能够象兄弟姊妹那样亲密无间。
我今天有一个梦！
我梦到有朝一日所有的峡谷都将垫高，每一座大山都将挖低，崎岖的地方将变成平原，扭曲的场合也将修得笔直，“主的光辉将为全人类所共同瞻仰。”
这就是我们的希望，这就是我将带回南方的信念。持此信念，我们能够削平绝望的大山，这座山是一块压抑希望的巨石。持此信念，我们能够将我们国家这些嘈杂的不谐和音，转化成一曲展现兄弟情意的华丽交响乐。持此信念，我们能够共同努力、共同祈祷、共同抗争、共同坐牢、共同维护自由，坚信有一天我们终将成为自由人。并且这将是，这将是上帝的所有儿女们能够以全新的意义共同歌唱的一天：“我的祖国是充满自由的温馨大地，让我为你歌唱；我的父辈埋葬在这片土地上，清教徒为这片土地而自豪；从每一处山坡上，让自由的钟声敲响。”美国要想成为一个伟大的国家，这一条必须要实现。
因此，让自由的钟声在新罕布夏州壮观的小山顶上敲响，让自由的钟声在纽约州的巨山上敲响，让自由的钟声在宾西法尼亚州高耸入云的阿勒格尼山上敲响，让自由的钟声在科罗拉多州白雪盖顶的落矶山上敲响，让自由的钟声在加利福尼亚州崎岖不平的山野上敲响。但是这还不够，还要让自由的钟声在佐治亚州的石头山上敲响，让自由的钟声在田纳西州的了望山上敲响，让自由的钟声在密西西比州的每一座山上敲响。从每一处山坡上，让自由的钟声敲响！
待到这一天来临时，待到我们可以让自由的钟声敲响，待到我们让它在每个村落、每个州、每个城市敲响时，我们就快能看到这一天了：到那时，上帝的所有儿女们，黑人和白人、犹太人和异教徒、新教徒和天主教徒，将能够手拉手站在一起，同唱古老的黑人圣歌：“终于自由了，终于自由了；感谢全能的上帝，我们终于自由了！”
(大头译于1996年7月，1999年11月7日第一次修改)
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I have a Dream
by Martin Luther King, Jr.
Delivered on the steps at the Lincoln
Memorial in Washington D.C. on August 28, 1963
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 withering 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
"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 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 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 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, "When will you be
satisfied?" 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 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 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 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: "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
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, "My 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."
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
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, "Free at last! free at last! thank God
Almighty, we are free at last!" | 
