Today marks the 50th anniversary of the March on Washington, when up to 300,000 people gathered en masse to advocate “jobs and freedom.”
I don’t think words do justice to the magnitude of the event, but a collection of pictures suggests the stirring nature of the protest.
Jean Zimmerman 
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I have a dream and a hope that someday soon these problems we experience today will have an end and will be replaced with peace. Not necessarily prosperity, but rather satisfaction will be the norm, not the exception. That is my dream. I may never live to see it fulfilled, but I can hope for it.
I have a nightmare…that the same figures who half a century ago viciously slandered MLK and created the atmosphere that led to his assassination now piously celebrate the march on Washington.
I have a nightmare… that MLK’s revolutionary message of economic rights for the poor has now been lost amid a feel-good flurry of false brotherhood.
I have a nightmare… that Big Brother is watching us, just like fifty years ago he kept close tabs on Dr. King.
I have a nightmare… that this country is tumbling toward a future government by the rich, for the rich and of the rich.
I have a nightmare… that a person’s worth now is judged not by the content of his character, but by the contents of his bank account.
I have a nightmare… that the forces corporate domination use fear, greed and racism to advance their agenda.
I have a nightmare… that corporate interests have a stranglehold on the nation’s media, political discourse and social policies.
I have a nightmare… that prejudice and hatred are marshaled against those newly arrived in this country, wielded by those whose ancestors arrived a little earlier.
I have a nightmare… that all those under the heel of their wealthy overlords will sing “Enslaved again, enslaved again, goddamn Lord Almighty we’re enslaved again.”
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