Freedom is the cry of the oppressed

Some time ago, there was a man who came to us with the vision of freedom and equality for all.

No, I am not talking about Barack Obama. Although you would think that Obama, at first glance, would be a champion of freedom and liberty. But then you hear his words. His words like "spread the wealth around" are not the words of freedom. They are words of oppression.

I am talking about a great man. A man who did not live to see his DREAM become a reality. I am talking about a man who wanted us all to be equal under the laws of God. I am talking about a man who did not raise his fist in anger but in glory and power and peace. I am talking about Martin Luther King. Jr.

He had a dream. I have a dream. Do you have that dream?



Higher taxes are not the result of free men. Spreading the wealth around is not the action of a free man. The Fairness Doctrine is not a doctrine of free men. No, my fellow Americans that is not freedom.

We have gotten to the crest of that Mountain that Dr King envisioned. We have climbed long and hard to reach that mountain top. We have struggled and we have fought. We have suffered injury and casualty yet we still fought and we still climbed. We have overcome many an obstacle. We have fought back oppression and regression. We have stood in the face of evil and beat it back.

But now we come to the mountain top to see our freedom. To realize the dream. Only to have someone for whom that dream was meant, be raised to a position to strip that dream from us. We are so close, yet we are so far. It is as if that mountain was thrust upward another mile into the sky. But yet we will continue that climb.

We will rise above all that which wants to keep us low. We will climb. We will fight for all that is good and just. We will climb. We will have the holy wind of God at our backs even though the evil fire of Satin himself blows in our face. Yes, we will climb. We will climb that mountain. And when we reach that mountain top again, we will not let anyone keep us in the fog. No we will climb to a clear mountain top where the sky is bright and clear and we will see that freedom which all men long for. We will see the freedom that God intended for all men. We will see and fulfill that dream. The dream that Dr. King had. The dream that he passed on to his children. The dream that was given to him by God.

And when that day comes, we as a nation, as a people will sing "We are free at last, Thank God Almighty, we are FREE at last."