Mr. Speaker, I thank the gentlewoman for yielding to me, and certainly want to first commend the chairman of the Committee on House Administration, the gentleman from Ohio (Chairman Ney), and our ranking member of the committee, the…
Mr. Speaker, I thank the gentlewoman for yielding to me, and certainly want to first commend the chairman of the Committee on House Administration, the gentleman from Ohio (Chairman Ney), and our ranking member of the committee, the gentlewoman from California (Ms. Millender-McDonald), for managing our portion of this important resolution that was introduced by Senator Dodd from Connecticut.
Mr. Speaker, I am very honored to be given this opportunity to speak on the occasion of honoring this great American. As vice chairman of our Asian Pacific Congressional Caucus, I know that the gentleman from California (Mr. Honda), our chairman, would have loved to be here, but he is necessarily absent, so I am doing this on behalf of our Asian Pacific American community.
History has not been very kind to the coming of various minority groups to our Nation. The history of the African American is replete with so much of the tremendous amount of racism and bigotry that has been heaped upon these good fellow Americans.
Mr. Speaker, we have a saying in the islands, ``The leaves of the coconut tree just do not swing by themselves.'' There is a reason for it. There is a cause for it.
I did not have the privilege of knowing personally this great American woman Mrs. Rosa Parks, but I stand here before my colleagues as one who is the beneficiary of the sacrifices and the tremendous examples she has set for all Americans. I would like to say that not only did she serve as a catalyst, but she planted a seed, a seed that was planted in fertile ground, as the good book says, and what has that seed produced?
Mr. Speaker, I would like to share with my colleagues, and I will include the full text of this speech for the record that I think probably every Member should read at least 1 year, the famous speech given by this great American minister on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial on that summer day in 1963. I want to share portions of this speech that was given by this great American as a result of the seed that was planted by Rosa Parks. This American minister made this most profound speech. I will share portions of that with my colleagues.
He said: ``I am happy to join you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our Nation.
``Four 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 have been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.
``But 100 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 still lives in the 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 in exile in his own land. And so we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
``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 quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.
``But there is something that I must say to my people who stand in the warm, fresh hope 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 justify 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.
``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 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 one day will live in a Nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character.''
This minister, Mr. Speaker, happens to be Martin Luther King, Jr., whom we all know.
This is the seed that Rosa Parks planted. The greatest American that I have ever, ever studied, idolized in my own little humble history, coming from a little village in one of those little islands, to know that this man stood, not because he is an African American, but because he was a human being, just as Rosa Parks was a human being, not because she was an African American.
I think this is what America is all about. This is what makes the greatness of our Nation, that we are able to correct those injustices and those wrongs that were committed against other people who have every perfect right to live as fellow Americans. It was done to the Japanese Americans during World War II, just as it was done to the African Americans in their history as they now just realize that the civil rights, the rights of all Americans, should be treated fairly under the Constitution and under our laws.
For that, Mr. Speaker, I make this humble homage and a special tribute to this great American lady, Rosa Parks; and I am just so happy that this resolution calls for her remains to be in the rotunda as the greatest honor of any American.
Mr. Speaker, I thank the gentlewoman for giving me this chance to speak.
Martin Luther King, Jr.: ``I Have a Dream''
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 their 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. And so we've come here
today to dramatize a shameful condition.
In a sense we've 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, 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, insofar as her
citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this
sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad
check, a 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. And
so, we've 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 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 quicksands 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. And 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.
And 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 I 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. And they have come to realize
that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.
We cannot walk alone.
And 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 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. And some of you have come from areas
where your quest--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
change.
Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you
today, my friends.
And 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 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 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 he 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 there 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,
and 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, and 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.
And this will be the 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 Pilgrim's pride,
From every mountainside, let freedom ring!
And if America is to be a great nation, this must become
true.
And 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 snow-capped 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 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 are free at last!