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原创,我有一个梦想

原创,我有一个梦想

文/合肥鹊芝堂盲人推拿



   五十年前,你我的父辈生活在一个战火纷飞,穷困潦倒,饥寒交迫的国度;然而五十年后的今天,这片土地上不再有战火纷飞,却发生着同胞残害同胞的荒诞闹剧。  
   五十年前,爱国主义是用来驱赶侵略者的信念,然而五十年后的今天,却成了残害同胞的力气!
朋友们,当我看到您们为了远在千里之外的小岛而愤怒时,却忽略了我们身边的同胞们正在遭受自然灾害的侵袭。
亲爱的同胞们,爱国的前提是爱家,爱家的前提是爱生命,只有尊重生命,我们才算是一个有爱的人。否则,“爱国主义”它如同镣铐,却始终禁锢着你我的灵魂,蒙蔽着你我的心灵,让你我愤怒的失去理智。
   我并非没有注意到今天您们的愤怒是针对千里之外的一个岛国。我也深知您们是这个国家的中流砥柱。
可是同胞们,在地球正在成为一个村落的今天,您们发出的抵制活动实在难以做到。因为一部通讯工具有那个岛国待产的各种零部件。
与其做无意义的抵制活动,不如将你我的国度推向更加民主化的方向。这也是我的梦想。所以,我们回去吧,回到家人的身边,回到工作的岗位,回到孩子的身边,回到生受地震的同胞身边去吧。
      朋友们,尽管我们所栖息的这片土地上存在各种各样的问题,但我仍然有一个梦想。这个梦是深深扎根于中国的梦想中的。
   我梦想有一天,这个国家会站立起来,真正实现其信条的真谛:“我们认为这些真理是不言而喻的;人人生而平等。”
我梦想有一天,我们的孩子能不再喝到毒奶粉。他们可以无忧无虑的学习,能快快乐乐的成长,是祖国真正的花朵。
  我梦想有一天,我们的社会是一个互助互爱的社会。我们不再是毫无诚信的人。不再是相互防备的。
我梦想有一天,我的孩子将在一个不是以他们的背景,而是以他们的品格优劣来评判他们的国度里生活。
我今天有一个梦想
  我梦想有一天,我们每个人都能感到快乐和幸福。
在这里,我们每个人都是平等的,不再有弱势群体,决定他们优劣品格的是以他们的能力来评判的,而非其他因素。
我今天有一个梦想
我梦想有一天,我们的国度青山绿水,空气清新。
在这里,人们可以自由的说话,可以自由的选择;可以吃上放心的食品,可以老有所依,可以病有所医;有一个栖身之地,有尊严的生活。
  这是我的梦想,也是我们的希望,我坚信只要我们怀着这样的信念,这样的梦想终有一天会实现。因为我们拥有同一个信念,有了这个信念,我们一起为梦想的实现努力,把每天上演在这个国家刺耳的争吵声改变成为一同前行的力量。

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《我有一个梦想》(I have a dream)是马丁·路德·金于1963年8月28日在华盛顿林肯纪念堂发表的著名演讲,内容主要关于黑人民族平等。对美国甚至世界影响很大,被我国编入中学教程。

《我有一个梦想》中文翻译

  100年前,一位伟大的美国人签署了解放黑奴宣言,今天我们就是在他的雕像前集会。这一庄严宣言犹如灯塔的光芒,给千百万在那摧残生命的不义之火中受煎熬的黑奴带来了希望。它之到来犹如欢乐的黎明,结束了束缚黑人的漫漫长夜。   然而100年后的今天,我们必须正视黑人还没有得到自由这一悲惨的事实。100年后的今天,在种族隔离的镣铐和种族歧视的枷锁下,黑人的生活备受奴役。100年后的今天,黑人仍生活在物质充裕的海洋中一个穷困的孤岛上。100年后的今天,黑人仍然萎缩在美国社会的角落里,并且意识到自己是故土家园中的流亡者。今天我们在这里集会,就是要把这种骇人听闻的情况公诸于世。   就某种意义而言,今天我们是为了要求兑现诺言而汇集到我们国家的首都来的。我们共和国的缔造者草拟宪法和独立宣言的气壮山河的词句时,曾向每一个美国人许下了诺言,他们承诺给予所有的人以生存、自由和追求幸福的不可剥夺的权利。   就有色公民而论,美国显然没有实践她的诺言。美国没有履行这项神圣的义务,只是给黑人开了一张空头支票,支票上盖着“资金不足”的戳子后便退了回来。但是我们不相信正义的银行已经破产,我们不相信,在这个国家巨大的机会之库里已没有足够的储备。因此今天我们要求将支票兑现——这张支票将给予我们宝贵的自由和正义。   我们来到这个圣地也是为了提醒美国,现在是非常急迫的时刻。现在决非侈谈冷静下来或服用渐进主义的镇静剂的时候。现在是实现民主的诺言时候。现在是从种族隔离的荒凉阴暗的深谷攀登种族平等的光明大道的时候,现在是向上帝所有的儿女开放机会之门的时候,现在是把我们的国家从种族不平等的流沙中拯救出来,置于兄弟情谊的磐石上的时候。   如果美国忽视时间的迫切性和低估黑人的决心,那么,这对美国来说,将是致命伤。自由和平等的爽朗秋天如不到来,黑人义愤填膺的酷暑就不会过去。1963年并不意味着斗争的结束,而是开始。有人希望,黑人只要撒撒气就会满足;如果国家安之若素,毫无反应,这些人必会大失所望的。黑人得不到公民的权利,美国就不可能有安宁或平静,正义的光明的一天不到来,叛乱的旋风就将继续动摇这个国家的地基。   但是对于等候在正义之殿门口的心急如焚的人们,有些话我是必须说的。在争取合法地位的过程中,我们不要采取错误的做法。我们不要为了满足对自由的渴望而抱着敌对和仇恨之杯痛饮。我们斗争时必须永远举止得体,纪律严明。我们不能容许我们的具有崭新内容的抗议蜕变为暴力行动。我们要不断地升华到以精神力量对付物质力量的崇高境界中去。   现在黑人社会充满着了不起的新的战斗精神,但是不能因此而不信任所有的白人。因为我们的许多白人兄弟已经认识到,他们的命运与我们的命运是紧密相连的,他们今天参加游行集会就是明证。他们的自由与我们的自由是息息相关的。我们不能单独站立。   当我们行动时,我们必须保证向前进。我们不能倒退。现在有人问热心民权运动的人,“你们什么时候才能满意?”   只要黑人仍然遭受警察难以形容的野蛮迫害,我们就绝不会满意。   只要我们在外奔波而疲乏的身躯不能在公路旁的汽车旅馆和城里的旅馆找到住宿之所,我们就绝不会满意。   只要黑人的基本活动范围只是从少数民族聚居的小贫民区转移到大贫民区,我们就绝不会满意。   只要密西西比仍然有一个黑人不能参加选举,只要纽约有一个黑人认为他投票无济于事,我们就绝不会满意。   不!我们现在并不满意,我们将来也不满意,除非正义和公正犹如江海之波涛,汹涌澎湃,奔流不息。   我并非没有注意到,参加今天集会的人中,有些受尽苦难和折磨,有些刚刚走出窄小的牢房,有些由于寻求自由,曾在居住地惨遭疯狂迫害的打击,并在警察暴行的旋风中摇摇欲坠。你们是人为痛苦的长期受难者。坚持下去吧,要坚决相信,忍受不应得的痛苦是一种赎罪。   让我们回到密西西比去,回到亚拉巴马去,回到南卡罗来纳去,回到佐治亚去,回到路易斯安那去,回到我们北方城市中的贫民区和少数民族居住区去,要心中有数,这种状况是能够也必将改变的。我们不要陷入绝望而不可自拔。   朋友们,今天我对你们说,在此时此刻,我们虽然遭受种种困难和挫折,我仍然有一个梦想,这个梦想深深扎根于美国的梦想里。   我梦想有一天,这个国家会站立起来,真正实现其信条的真谛:“我们认为人人生而平等的真理不言而喻,。”   我梦想有一天,在佐治亚的红山上,从前奴隶的后嗣将能够和奴隶主的后嗣坐在一起,共叙兄弟情谊。   我梦想有一天,甚至连密西西比州这个正义匿迹,压迫成风,如同沙漠般的地方,也将变成绿洲,充满自由和正义。   我梦想有一天,我的四个孩子将生活在一个不是以他们的肤色,而是以他们的品格优劣来评价他们的国度里。   今天,我有一个梦想。我梦想有一天,亚拉巴马州能够有所转变,尽管该州州长现在仍然满口异议,反对联邦法令,但有朝一日,那里的黑人男孩和女孩将能与白人男孩和女孩情同骨肉,携手并立。   今天,我有一个梦想。   我梦想有一天,幽谷上升,高山下降;坎坷曲折的道路变成坦途,那圣光披露,普照天地。   这就是我们的希冀。我怀着这种信念回到南方。有了这个信念,我们将能从绝望之岭劈出一块希望之石。有了这个信念,我们将能把这个国家刺耳的争吵声,改变成为一支洋溢手足之情的优美交响曲。   有了这个信念,我们将能一起工作,一起祈祷,一起斗争,一起坐牢,一起维护自由;因为我们知道,终有一天,我们是会自由的。   在自由到来的那一天,上帝的所有儿女们将以新的含义高唱这支歌:“我的祖国,美丽的自由之乡,我为您歌唱。您是父辈逝去的地方,您是最初移民的骄傲,让自由之声响彻每个山岗。”   如果美国要成为一个伟大的国家,这个梦想必须实现。让自由之声从新罕布什尔州的巍峨的崇山峻岭响起!让自由之声从纽约州的崇山峻岭响起!   让自由之声从科罗拉多州冰雪覆盖的落基山响起!让自由之声从加利福尼亚州蜿蜒的群峰响起!不仅如此,还要让自由之声从佐治亚州的石岭响起!让自由之声从田纳西州的了望山响起!   让自由之声从密西西比的每一座丘陵响起!让自由之声从每一片山坡响起。   当我们让自由之声响起,让自由之声从每一个大小村庄、每一个州和每一个城市响起时,我们将能够加速这一天的到来,那时,上帝的所有儿女,黑人和白人,犹太教徒和非犹太教徒,耶稣教徒和天主教徒,都将手携手,合唱一首古老的黑人歌曲:“终于自由哩!终于自由哩!感谢全能天父,我们终于自由哩!”

英文原文

  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 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 one hundred 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 an 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 quicksands 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. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. And 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. And 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. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- 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.   And 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 there 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, and 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, and 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.   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 fathers 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.   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.   And when this happens, 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!

作者简介

  1968年4月4日黄昏,马丁·路德·金在洛兰宾馆306房间阳台散 心时遇刺身亡,终年39岁。他是美国黑人民权运动领袖,浸礼会教堂牧师,非暴力主义者。1929年1月15日出生于佐治亚州亚特兰大市一黑人家庭,父亲和祖父都是浸礼会的传教士。早年就读于亚特兰大的莫尔豪斯学院社会学系,19岁毕业后加入浸礼教会。1951年和1954年又先后毕业于宾夕法尼亚州切斯特市的克罗泽神学院和波士顿大学。1954年在蒙哥马利城的德克斯特大道浸礼会教堂任职。1955年获得博士学位。此后他积极参加和领导美国黑人争取平等权利的斗争,一生三次被捕,三次被判刑。1956年他领导蒙哥马利改进协会,组织黑人进行抵制公共汽车歧视黑人的斗争。全城5万黑人拒乘公共汽车385天,迫使最高法院宣布在交通工具上实施种族隔离为非法。1957年帮助建立黑人牧师组织—南方基督教领袖大会,并任该会首任主席。1963年8月率领25万黑人向华盛顿林肯纪念堂“自由进军”,1964年获诺贝尔和平奖。他极具演说才能,并著有《阔步走向自由》《我们为何不能再等待》等著作。其思想对60年代美国黑人民权运动产生了重大影响。遇害时,他正准备帮助孟菲斯黑人清洁工人组织罢工。当时他在旅馆阳台上与同伴们谈话,被刺客詹姆斯·厄尔·雷用枪击中。刺客得手后窜逃出境,6月8日在伦敦机场被捕,后被判处99年徒刑。金的遇刺触发了黑人抗暴斗争的巨大风暴。4月4日到6日,全美一百多个城市爆发骚乱。美国政府确定从1986年起每年一月的第三个星期一(金的诞辰为1月15日)为全国纪念日。从1987年起金的诞辰亦为联合国的纪念日之一。

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