Love courage. True. Glan back.

We will be able to speed up that day when all of the grown children, black men and white men,

Jews and tent-ploughed Protestants and Catholic will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the Old Negro spiritual,

free at last, free at last, thank God Almighty, we are free at last.

Now is the time. The 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 sense of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood.

Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's Jews.

And I've seen the promised land. I may not get there with you, but I want you to know the night.

And we as a people will get to the promised land.

Dr. Martin Luther King has been shot and wounded possibly critically wounded in Memphis, Tennessee this evening.

Dr. Martin Luther King, the apostle of non-violence in the civil rights movement, has been shot to death in Memphis to all points bulletin for a well-rest young white man seen running from the sea.

For centuries, man's freedom has been crushed, contained, or at best discouraged and sometimes in subtle ways.

In the days of Solomon, he decried that man could learn too much, that one shouldn't dig too deeply nor read too often, saying that too much reading led to the weariness of the flesh.

That the search for knowledge is where Adam and Eve went wrong, thus proving that learning leads to man's downfall or his sin.

St. Paul centuries later said basically the same thing.

In 1500, Francis Bacon wrote to the king trying to convince him that man could never learn too much, that knowledge could not somehow also contain the serpent.

Yet free thought continued to be squashed.

Immanuel Kant, the man who first described the Milky Way as a collection of sons in the fashion that we now know it, wrote in 1760,

there are many things that I believe that I shall never say, but I shall never say the things that I do not believe.

The courage to speak one's mind.

In 1760, our most precious freedom, the freedom of thought had not yet been born.

Yet, just a few years later, on the other side of the globe, set a man alone in a hotel room, his wife dying in bed hundreds of miles away from him.

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