When Glenn Beck mounts the podium at the “Restoring Honor” rally in Washington, on the 28th of August, 2010 he will no doubt be cognizant of the memories of Martin Luther King’s “I Have a Dream” speech–so cognizant in fact that he will adapt actual quotes from that historic address. I have excerpted those quotes and Beck’s adaptations here:
“Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation.” But let’s try to keep this positive.
“In a sense we have come to our nation’s capital to cash a check.” Well, you did. I’ve already cashed mine. It cleared days ago.
“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.” Over the past few months, I am happy to say, Goldman Sachs bought up all of those notes and converted them into junk derivatives. If I were you, I’d buy gold.
“Nineteen sixty-three is not an end”, it’s where we as good conservatives want to—need to—continue to live.
“Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.” Let’s drink right from the bottle lest some of our bitterness and hatred accidentally get spilled.
“We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro’s basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. ” What was wrong with the smaller one?
“I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed:” the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed.
“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” and gang up on the Muslims!
“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” and vote him in again, because that’s how good his attack ads were.
“Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado! Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!” Let freedom skip over New York and California—especially San Francisco. Let freedom just rain fire and brimstone on San Francisco. But in Texas, Arizona of course . . . let freedom ring.
“And when this happens, when we allow freedom to 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” [within their respective groups] “and sing in the words of the old Southern spiritual” I wish I was in the land of cotton. Old times there were not forgotten. Look away. Look away. Look away, Dixie Land.