Today In Black History: The Forgotten Parts of MLK's "I Have a Dream" Speech
Many people only want to remember the "easy" parts, but the other more critical parts are just as important to hear.
Issue #979 Today In Black History, Monday, January 19, 2026
About 62.5 years ago, on Saturday, August 28, 1963, more than 250,000 people from diverse groups peacefully gathered at the Lincoln Memorial for the “March on Washington for Jobs and Justice” to demand civil rights, economic justice, and an end to racial discrimination. The primary organizers of the 1963 March on Washington were A. Philip Randolph, who conceived the idea, and his key strategist, Bayard Rustin, who handled the massive logistics, led a coalition of civil rights, labor, and religious groups known as the “Big Six,” including SCLC, NAACP, CORE, SNCC, and the National Urban League, with strong support from labor leader Walter Reuther.
Asa Philip Randall is sitting in the center of this photo. Bayard Rustin, in spite of his massive contribution to the logistics of the March, is not pictured here because he was openly gay. A. Philip Randolph was a prominent civil rights leader and labor organizer. He founded the Brotherhood of Sleeping Car Porters in 1925, the first predominantly African American labor union to receive a charter from the American Federation of Labor (AFL). Randolph was a tireless advocate for racial equality, workers’ rights, and economic justice.
In 1941, Randolph planned a March on Washington to protest racial discrimination in defense industries and the armed forces during World War II. The march was intended to draw attention to the lack of job opportunities and segregation faced by Black Americans. Randolph’s efforts and the threat of a massive demonstration pressured President Franklin D. Roosevelt to take action. To avoid the march, Roosevelt issued Executive Order 8802 in 1941, which banned discrimination in defense industries and established the Fair Employment Practices Committee (FEPC), and the march was eventually called off.
Two months before the “March on Washington,” Detroit’s 1963 “Walk to Freedom” was a massive civil rights march on June 23, led by 34-year-old Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., drawing over 125,000 participants down Woodward Avenue to protest segregation and demand equality, featuring an early version of his famous “I Have a Dream” speech and serving as a precursor to the March on Washington. Organized by the Detroit Council for Human Rights, the Walk addressed both Southern racism and Northern discrimination in housing and employment, culminating in a rally at what was then called Cobo Hall. My beloved late Dad took me with him to participate in this Walk. I was not yet 13 years old.
Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King was also the keynote speaker at the March on Washington for Jobs and Justice, and his speech has rightly been celebrated. However, only very specific portions of his speech have been considered acceptable: the good parts about his “four little children” and “...judged not by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character.”
However, there was so much more to that speech, and that content was specifically intended to make white people and America and its policies uncomfortable.
Think about how relevant these words still are today, as the current administration is cruelly enacting racist and nativist policies against Brown and Black people, still hoping to make the United States into something it never was: a country of, for, and by white people only.
I am publishing the entire speech here and highlighting the parts most people would prefer to ignore. Let me know what you think.
A video of Dr.King’s entire speech is embedded below.
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves 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 100 years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself in exile in his own land. And 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 a promise that all men — yes, Black men as well as 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 citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro 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’ve 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 segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quick sands of racial 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 Negro’s legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. 1963 is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro 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 Negro 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 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 hatred.
We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest 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 Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, 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 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 Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police 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 Negro’s basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto 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: for whites only.
We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro 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 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 police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, 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 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.
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 transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four 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 down in Alabama with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, one day right down 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. I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made 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 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. 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 snowcapped 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.
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, Black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, 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.
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