I am honored to join with you today in what will go down in history as the most pivotal moment in the battle for freedom in the history of our nation.
Seven score and thirteen years ago, a traitor to the American nation, in whose symbolic shadow we languish today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This monstrous antinomian decree came as a pall of doom to millions of White people who have been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as the onset of a dreaded night to abolish the day of their liberty.
One hundred and fifty-three years later, the White man still is not free. One hundred and fifty-three years later, the life of the White race is still sadly crippled by the manacles of forced integration and the chains of Black revanchism. One hundred and fifty-three years later, the White man lives on a lonely island of guilt in the midst of a vast and raging ocean of Minorities. One hundred and fifty-three years later, the White man is still languishing in the ruins of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we persist here today in a shameful condition.
We have lost all faith in our nation’s capitol which is now less legitimate than a bad check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a covenant of representative government to preserve under God the heirs of their people. This was an affidavit affirming that “all men were created equal [in Adam],” and therefore deemed “us and our posterity” of “free White persons” to be “separate and equal,” with “inalienable rights” of “Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.” It is obvious today that the American government is in radical breach of this covenant. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, the subverted government in D.C. has determined to defraud the folk who made it. When we demand the full value of the covenant documents, it is as if the check were returned marked “no redemption value.”
But we know the bank of justice is not bankrupt. We will not accept that while they at once deem all the substance of our founding covenant null and void, they simultaneously demand our obedience in the name thereof, and in the name of “opportunity” and a new so-called “propositional nation.” But we’ve come to cash this check, a check which entitles us, upon obedience to God’s law, the riches of freedom and the security of justice.
We have also witnessed by the regime and their foreign horde the continual desecration of our hallowed spots – even of our fathers’ graves – which make evident to America the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of political correctness. Now is the time to redeem the principles of the White Christian Republic. Now is the time to rise from the dark and degenerate valley of miscegenation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice once more a reality for our children under God.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Black’s savage discontent and this mass invasion of the Third World marching against us from across the Mexican border will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and segregation. 2016 is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Black needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening, because White Genocide is now institutionalized business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the founding American identity is revived, and the color line renewed once more, so as to restore our citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of White Genocide will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until that bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand barred from 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 lay aside our thirst for freedom in fearing accusations of bitterness, hatred, or “racism.” We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of virtue and courage. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into appeasement. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting savagery with lawful wisdom and the judicious use of force when necessary to secure the safety of our people.
But the ravening militancy which engulfs the Black community must not lead us to a distrust of all Black, Brown, or Yellow people, for some are our brothers in Christ, as evidenced by their defense of Kinism today, and have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. They have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.
We do not walk alone.
As we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.
We cannot turn back.
There are those who ask the heirs of Christendom, “When will you be satisfied?” We can never be satisfied as long as the White man is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of this Red Terror. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot safely lodge in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as White peoples’ basic mobility is confined to the ever-shrinking safe zones outside the cities we built. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their peoplehood by cultural Marxism and robbed of their dignity by White guilt. We cannot be satisfied as long as a White man in Mississippi cannot vote his interests and a White man 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 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 – a quest for freedom – left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of terrorism. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that Christ’s unearned suffering is redemptive. Occupy rural Mississippi, Alabama, South Carolina, Georgia, and Louisiana, and go back to your cloistered enclaves and bunkers of our Midwestern and Mountain regions, 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.
Even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is the American dream of old.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and return to the true meaning of its Declaration and “assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and Nature’s God entitle them.”
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of the Pilgrims and Settlers will be able to sit down together once more at the table of brotherhood, unashamed.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be restored to an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live amongst their own nation where they will not be shamed, marginalized, raped, and murdered for the color of their skin, and where they will be free to live out the content of a godly character, otherwise outlawed by political correctness.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day, down in South Carolina, with its vicious multicultists, and its foreign governor, her lips dripping with the words of “unity” and “remove the flag” – one day right there in South Carolina, little White boys and White girls will be able to join hands as sisters and brothers without fear of violence upon them from the Leviathan government and their rampaging alien hordes.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be what it is, and every hill and mountain shall be acknowledged as what God made it; the rough places will be redeemed to their full yield, and the wilderness shall blossom; “and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it.”
This, our hope in Christ, is the fruit of the faith delivered to us, suppressed by alien subversion, and yet to be reclaimed.
With this faith, we see the present mountain of despair will be demolished only by the Stone of Hope cut without hands. Only with this faith, we will be able to confront the jangling discords assailing our nation by the repudiation of egalitarianism, and racial diversity, and a return to the 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.
And this will be the day – this will be the day when the Covenant children of our people 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 Pilgrim’s pride,
From every mountainside, let freedom ring!”
If ours is to be a great nation again, we must return to this great truth.
And 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 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.
When this happens – when we repent and submit once more to Christ’s World Order – let freedom ring: when it shall ring from our every village and hamlet, from every state and every city restored to our people, God hastens the day when all of God’s children, in their families, tribes, nations, and races, will be able to reappropriate and redeem the words which Black Communists mockingly invoked against Christendom not so long ago:
“Free at last! Free at last!
Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!”