Radical Agenda S05E008 – Dream

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest fight for truth and righteousness that mankind has ever known.

Four years ago, we started this production on the advice of a black economist who said “White people will have to develop some backbone and courage, and not fear being called a racist”. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to thousands of White people who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of Jewish captivity.

Radical Agenda S05E008 - Dream
Radical Agenda S05E008 – Dream

But four years later, the White man is still afraid, and for good reason. Four years later, the life of the White man is still sadly crippled by the manacles of political correctness and the chains of Jewish subversion. Four years later, the White man lives on a lonely island of truth in the midst of a vast ocean of lies. Four years later, the White man still languishes in the corners of American society and finds himself in exile in his own land. So we have come here today to call attention to this shameful condition.

In a sense we’ve come here 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 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 White citizens are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the White man 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 republicanism. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of compulsory integration to the sunlit path of racial integrity. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial adulteration to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality, and to secure the existence of our people, and a future for White children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the White man’s legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and meritocracy. The current year is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the White man 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 White man is granted his constitutional 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 envy. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into cuckoldry. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting deception with truth.

The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the pro-White community must not lead us to a distrust of all our institutions, 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 march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of our cause, “When will you be satisfied?”

We can never be satisfied as long as the White man is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of the Jewish press. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of struggle, cannot voice our concerns on social media, or earn a living with the tools of the financial system.

We cannot be satisfied as long as the White man’s basic mobility is from one multicultural cesspool to another. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by schools which teach them they are the equals of lesser animals. We cannot be satisfied as long as a White man in Virginia cannot defend himself, and a White man in New York believes he has nothing to defend.

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 media malpractice. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

Go back to Charlottesville, go back to Sacramento, go back to Portland, 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 in our Nation’s capitol, the sons of our prisoners and the sons of the police who arrested them, will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood. I have a dream that one day even the state of Virginia, 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 our 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 in this country, with its vicious Jews exposed, with our rulers having their lips dripping with the words of communism, that one day right here in America, our sons and daughters will no longer have to fear expressing pride in who they are, or who brought them to be.

I have a dream today. I have a dream that one day we will let the valley be a valley, every hill and mountain shall be accepted for a hill and a valley, the rough places will be left to their roughness their roughness, and that all flesh shall appreciate nature for what it is.

This is our hope. This is the faith that I will 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 new meaning, “My country ’tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrims’ 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 snow-capped Rockies of Colorado. Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California. But not only that; let freedom ring from the 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, and 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, Nordic and Alpine, Mediterranean and Slav, will be able to join hands and sing, “Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!”

 

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