《我有一个梦》

白星逐日

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??一百年前，一位伟大的美国人签署了《解放宣言》，我们今天正站在他的纪念堂前。这份重要的法令如同大光为千百万被不公不义之火所吞噬的黑奴带来了盼望。它的到来如同快乐的黎明战胜了漫漫长夜的煎熬。

??但是一百年过去了，我们却必须面对悲惨的事实，因为黑人仍然没有自由。一百年过去了，黑人们依然在种族隔离的镣铐和种族歧视的锁链中过着悲惨的生活。一百年过去了，黑人被孤立于物质繁华之辽阔海洋中的荒岛上。一百年过去了，黑人仍然潦倒于美国社会的角落，感到他们被放逐于自己的家园。所以今天我们才来到这里，要把这骇人听闻的现状公诸于众。

??就某种意义来说我们来到我们国家的首都是为了要兑现一张支票。当我们共和国的缔造者写下宪法和独立宣言上庄严的文句时，他们已经签置了每一个美国人都有权承继的支票簿。这份票据的应许是对所有人（是的，黑人和白人）的生命、自由以及寻求幸福的不可剥夺之权力的保证书。

??今天，显而易见的是美国在她有色人种的公民中没有履行这份承诺。美国未能兑现这份神圣的契约，而是给了黑人一张被退回的无效支票，上面标示着“资金不足”。但我们决不相信公义的银行会破产。我们决不相信在这个国度伟大机遇的保库中会资金不足。所以我们来兑现这张支票―一张将为我们带来宝贵的自由和公义之保障的支票。我们来到这个神圣的所在更是要提醒美国：这是个艰难与危机的时刻。现在不是缓和情绪或服用渐进主义的镇静剂的时候。现在正是时候，是从黑暗与荒凉的种族主义幽谷中崛起进到充满阳光的种族平等的大道上的时候。现在正是时候，是向所有上帝的儿女打开机会大门的时候。现在正是时候，是将我们的国家从种族不平等的流沙中迁到弟兄和睦相处的磐石上的时候。

??如果国家忽视这紧急的时刻或者低估了黑人的决心，那对她将会是毁灭性的。如果自由与平等的清爽秋日不来，黑人合理的哀怨的酷暑将不会过去。一九六三不是一个结束，而是一个开始。如果国家依然我行我素，那些希望黑人需要宣泄一番然后就会满足的人将大失所望。在黑人得到公民权之前，美国既不会安宁也不会平静。抗争的风暴将继续震动我们国家的根基直到正义显现的光明之日。

??然而我必需提醒大家，我们正站在通往正义之殿的门槛前。在获得我们公正地位的过程中我们决不可以采取不正当的手段。不要为了满足对自由的渴望而去饮用暴力与仇恨的杯。

??我们必须永远在自重与自约的高尚境界中进行我们的奋斗。我们决不允许我们创造性的主张退化成为身体上的暴力。我们应该不断升华到用灵魂力量对付肉体力量的至高境界。我们不应因卷入黑人社区内不同凡响的新抗争而从此不信任所有的白人，对于很多我们的白人兄弟，正如今天这里同样在场的白人兄弟所证明的，他们已经发现他们的命运与我们的命运系结在一起了，而他们的自由与我们的自由更是不可分隔，休戚相关。我们不能单独行动。

??当我们行动的时候，我们将要立定心志永往直前。我们不能回头。有人质问那些献身于民权的志愿者“什么时候你们才能满意？”。我们决不会满意，只要我们的民众，在经过艰难的旅途跋涉之后没有权力在公路边的旅店或市中心的宾馆住宿。我们决不会满意，只要黑人基本的活动范围局限于从一个狭小的贫困居住区搬到一个较大的。我们决不能满意，只要在密西西比州的黑人还没有投票选举的权力；而在纽约的黑人仍然认为他们与选举权毫不相干。不…，决不…，我们不能满意，我们决不能满意，直到有一天“公平如大水滚滚，公义如江河滔滔”。（引自阿摩司书五章24节）

??我并没有忽视到我们中间的一些人，他们是刚从大试炼和大患难中走出来的。你们有些人是刚刚从狭窄的单人牢房里出来的。有些人来自那些为了追求自由而被逼迫的风暴和警察暴行之狂风所蹂躏的地区。你们历经了这空前的磨难而成为斗士。继续战斗吧，要深信：这不该有的患难必然会过去。

??回到密西西比去，回到亚拉巴马去，回到乔治亚去，回到南卡罗来纳去，回到路易斯安娜，回到北方城市中的贫民区和种族隔离区去，要知晓有一天这样的情景能够并且一定会转变。让我们不要驻足于绝望的幽谷。

??今天我要告诉你，我的朋友们，尽管面对这个艰难与无望的时刻，我仍有一个梦。这个梦深深地源自美利坚之梦。

??我有一个梦，那就是有一天这个国家会兴起将“我们拥有这不证自明的真理：人人被造而平等”之信念的本意彰显于世。

??我有一个梦，那就是有一天在乔治亚州的红色丘陵上，奴隶的后代与奴隶主的后代将会环坐在兄弟相爱的桌前。

??我有一个梦，有朝一日甚至连密西西比州，这个如今仍在不公和压迫的酷热中的沙漠之州，会转化成自由与公义的绿洲。

??我有一个梦，我的四个孩子有一天会生活在这样一个国家：不是根据他们的肤色而是根据他们的品德与性格来评判他们。

??我有一个梦，就在今天！

??我有一个梦，有朝一日在亚拉巴马州——尽管州长的喉舌们不久前还在对联邦法令出尔反尔，拒绝执行——将变成一个美好的所在，在那里黑人的孩子们与白人的孩子们会手牵手走在一起情同手足。

??我有一个梦，就在今天！

??我有一个梦，有一天“一切山洼都要填满，大小山冈都要削平，高高低低的要改为平坦，崎崎岖岖的必成为平原。耶和华的荣耀必然显现，凡有血气的，必一同看见”（引自以赛亚书四十章4-5节，另参路加福音三章5-6节）

??这是我们的盼望。这就是令我回到南方的信念。因着这个信心我们将砍倒压抑盼望的巨石，就是那绝望之山岭。因着这个信心我们会将我们国家中那不和谐的吵闹转化成兄弟相爱的美妙乐曲。伴着这样的信心我们将在一起工作，一起祷告，一起奋斗，一起下监，为了自由站在一起，深知有一天我们终将自由。

??那一天将是所有上帝的儿女以全新的意义歌唱的一天：“我的家园，你的居所，自由的美地，我歌唱。这是我们祖先安息之所，是天路客自豪的所在；从每一处山麓，让

S.Swan

前不久的语文课刚研究完这篇富有激情的演讲

CAT OF NAPOLEON

原帖由 S.Swan 于 2007-1-18 20:51 发表
前不久的语文课刚研究完这篇富有激情的演讲

我们这一单元老师仅点拨了一下基础知识就算学过了，说是什么不是教学重点！其实这一单元我非常感兴趣的，演讲真的是一种艺术——dear，还记得初中的时候听力课上我们学过它的英文版么？可惜讲义被我弄丢了~

S.Swan

记得
而且我们高中学这篇文章时，又听了一遍英文版
我们的语文课似乎比你们学校的有趣噢 而且教学效果不错啊
其实我现在最庆幸的就是来到了现在这所学校，这是我始料不及的

CAT OF NAPOLEON

尽管老母早就建议我选择你们学校。我们这个环境，太重分数、太重理轻文了，自然乐趣就少得多，压力也大得很。
压力，真是一个需要控制好火候的东西~

S.Swan

我们学校压力更大
每天把分班搁在心里......


但综合考虑，到这里是最最正确的选择！

纳兰熙

可惜的是某人的这个梦想至今也不能算是完全实现了啊
其实白人有什么资格歧视黑人，据说黑人才是进化最先进的人类

白星逐日

参考阅读一下这个：很有名的。
Take up the White Man's burden--
Send forth the best ye breed--
Go, bind your sons to exile
To serve your captives' need;
To wait, in heavy harness,
On fluttered folk and wild--
Your new-caught sullen peoples,
Half devil and half child.

Take up the White Man's burden--
In patience to abide,
To veil the threat of terror
And check the show of pride;
By open speech and simple,
An hundred times made plain,
To seek another's profit
And work another's gain.

Take up the White Man's burden--
The savage wars of peace--
Fill full the mouth of Famine,
And bid the sickness cease;
And when your goal is nearest
(The end for others sought)
Watch sloth and heathen folly
Bring all your hope to nought.

Take up the White Man's burden--
No iron rule of kings,
But toil of serf and sweeper--
The tale of common things.
The ports ye shall not enter,
The roads ye shall not tread,
Go, make them with your living
And mark them with your dead.

Take up the White Man's burden,
And reap his old reward--
The blame of those ye better
The hate of those ye guard--
The cry of hosts ye humour
(Ah, slowly!) toward the light:--
"Why brought ye us from bondage,
Our loved Egyptian night?"

Take up the White Man's burden--
Ye dare not stoop to less--
Nor call too loud on Freedom
To cloak your weariness.
By all ye will or whisper,
By all ye leave or do,
The silent sullen peoples
Shall weigh your God and you.

Take up the White Man's burden!
Have done with childish days--
The lightly-proffered laurel,
The easy ungrudged praise:
Comes now, to search your manhood
Through all the thankless years,
Cold, edged with dear-bought wisdom,
The judgment of your peers.
看看这个估计就可以明白了。

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 languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize a shameful 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, 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. 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 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 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.

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 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 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 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 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 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 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, 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 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 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.

伦赛泽伯爵

英语原文写的也很简洁,读罢好感动