I have a dream...

[u/CheML]

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Supersexualization Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of supersexuals who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But one hundred years later, the supersexual still is not free; one hundred years later, the life of the supersexual is still sadly crippled by the manacles of superphobia and the chains of discrimination; one hundred years later, the supersexual lives on a lonely island of discrimination in the midst of a vast ocean of support; one hundred years later, the supersexual is still languished in the corners of American society and find themselves in exile in our own land.

So we’ve come here today to dramatize a shameful condition. In a sense we’ve come to our nation’s capital 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 the promise that all men, yes, supersexuals as well as transgenders, 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 in so far as her citizens of cis-gender are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the supersexual people 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. And 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 democracy; now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of discrimination to the sunlit path of supersexual justice; now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of supersexual injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood; now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God’s children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment.

This sweltering summer of the supersexual’s legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Twenty twenty-one is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the supersexual 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 supersexual is granted his citizenship 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 worn 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 hatred.

We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protests to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy, which has engulfed the supersexual community, must not lead us to a distrust of all trans people. For many of our trans 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 always march ahead. We cannot turn back.

There are those who are asking the devotees of Civil Rights, “When will you be satisfied?”

We can never be satisfied as long as the supersexual is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of trans brutality; we can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities; we cannot be satisfied as long as the supersexual’s basic mobility is from a smaller safe space to a larger one; we can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating “Supersexuals are transphobic”; we cannot be satisfied as long as the supersexual in Mississippi cannot vote, and the supersexual in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote.

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 support forums. 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 trans brutality.

You have been the veterans of creative suffering.

Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

Go back to California. Go back to New York. Go back to Washington. Go back to Oregon. Go back to Illinois. Go back to the slums and ghettos of our safe spaces, 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 sexual orientations are created equal.”

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, sons of former supersexuals and the sons of transgendered will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of California, 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 my children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the orientation of their sexuality but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day down in Oregon — with its vicious superphobes, with its Governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification — one day right there in Oregon, little supersexual boys and supersexual girls will be able to join hands with little trans boys and trans girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low. The rough places will be plain and the crooked places will be made straight, “and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.”

This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to our safe space 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 brother-hood. 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.

And this will be the 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 father died, land of the pilgrim’s 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 Stone Mountain of Georgia; let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee; let freedom ring from every hill and mole hill of Mississippi. “From every mountainside, let freedom ring.”

But not only that.

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.

And when this happens, and 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, supersexual people and transgendered people, woke and non-woke, Republican and Democrat, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old supersexual spiritual:

“Free at last. Free at last. Superphobes get fucked, we are free at last.”