By Kevin Palmer
With respect to Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. I have my dream. One hundred fif-ty years ago a racist president signed an Emancipation Proclamation. One hundred fifty years later the life of the African American is still badly crippled by white supremacy. One hundred and fifty years later the majority of African Americans live on a lonely island of low wages and poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of white prosperity.
I have a dream that one day Blacks have the highest net worth, highest median household income, lowest unemployment, and lowest poverty rate. I have a dream that one day all Confederate monuments are removed while Stone Mountain Georgia displays an image of Harriett Tubman leading enslaved Blacks to freedom.
I have a dream that one day the sons of former slaves will be in the top twenty percent served by the sons of former slave owners in the bottom eighty percent. I have a dream that one day Blacks wield power and show Whites how it feels to be unfairly judged by the color of their skin.
Paraphrasing Isaiah 2:4, I have a dream that one day Blacks will force armed white supremacists to beat their swords into plowshares and spears into pruning hooks. White nation will not lift up sword against Black nation; neither shall they learn war anymore.
