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.

When our days become dreary with low hovering clouds of despair, and when our nights become darker than a thousand midnights, let us remember that there is a creative force in this universe, working to pull down the gigantic mountains of evil, a power that is able to make a way out of no way and transform dark yesterdays into bright tomorrows. Let us realize the arc of the moral universe is long but it bends toward justice.

The true neighbor will risk his position, his prestige, and even his life for the welfare of others.

But now I must affirm that it is just as wrong, or perhaps even more so, to use moral means to preserve immoral ends.

This is the unusual thing about nonviolence -- nobody is defeated, everybody shares in the victory.

If you lose hope, somehow you lose the vitality that keeps moving, you lose that courage to be, that quality that helps you go on in spite of it all. And so today I still have a dream.

The supreme task is to organize and unite people so that their anger becomes a transforming force.