I have a dream that my four children can be raised in a society blinded to racial segregation. That they can be protected from the blows of ignorance and hatred. That the evils brewing from ideas of racial prejudice would be blocked from their small minds by my maternal powers.
I have a dream that my children will spend their little boy days seeing in color, living with diversity and finding the joy in cultures besides their own. That my wings will shelter them from the ideas of slavery and oppression and the cruelty which lives in the depths of human souls today.
I have a dream that as my children live in this society, unconfronted, there will be no need to wake their reason too soon and cause them to begin the struggle of comprehending America's dirty past, the world's cruel history, or the reality of what still remains until they reach the age where it will shock their minds, pierce their heart and move their hands.
I have a dream that my four children will awake to fight the divisions that sin brings to race by spreading peace and the gospel of truth; encouraging those their hands touch to cry as brothers "Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, I'm free at last!"
I have a dream that, someday,
They will change their world.