Melania Trump’s “I Have a Dream Speech”
(with apologies by the author of this political satire, Jeffrey A Scherer, to the ghost of Martin Luther King. I thank him in abstentia for the use of his beautiful dream speech. Here is the original text: http://www.americanrhetoric.com/speeches/mlkihaveadream.htm
I am happy to join with you today at the RNC in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for hate 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 fear to millions of white slave owners who had seared many blacks in the flames of withering prejudice. It came as a horrendous nightmare to end the long night of their suppression.
But one hundred years later, the White Privileged Male still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the white man is still sadly crippled by the manacles of desegregation and the chains of freedom for all. One hundred years later, the white man lives on a lonely island of boundless wealth in the midst of a vast ocean of poverty. One hundred years later, the white man is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself ruling in his own land. And so we’ve come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
In a sense we’ve come to Cleveland cash a check (actually many checks.) 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, except the poor and helpless, was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, white men but not black 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 white racists citizens are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given you, the privilege white people a bad check, a check which has come back marked “for Hillary Clinton’s account only.”
But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is for all people. We refuse to believe that there are enough funds in the great vaults of prejudice and malice of this nation. And so, we’ve come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of all the special interests and the security of segregation.
We have also come to this poor city to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of calming down or to take the tranquilizing drug of voting democratic. Now is the time to make real the promises of supremacy and the top 2%. Now is the time to go back to the whiteness and retreat from the desolate valley of desegregation to the sunlit path of racial injustice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial equality to the solid rock of white brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God’s chosen hypocrites who, rightly, can assure the citizens of this great land that Jesus was white.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the white’s legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of repression and inequality. Two Thousand and Sixteen is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the privileged white male needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to equality and justice for all. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the white man is granted sole possession of all the wealth in the land and the right to suppress. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the dark day of injustice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people, those immigrants from eastern Europe who want to come to this great land: In the process of gaining your rightful place, you must not be guilty of honesty and hard work. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for domination by drinking from the cup of happiness and love. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of suppression and laziness. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into peacefulness. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of marrying a rich liar and you will be granted full immunity and access to this bountiful land.
The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the white community must not lead us to a distrust of all black people, for many of our black brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied to how much money we give them and the false promises we make. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to ability to suppress the freedom of blacks.
We have to walk alone.
And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead, never look back except to watch over our shoulders for the blacks and Mexicans who are trying to kill us.
We cannot turn back.
There are those who are asking the devotees of the sham called civil rights, “When will you be satisfied?” We can never be satisfied as long as the white man is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of black and immigrant brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, overeating and laziness, cannot gain lodging in the best hotels or reservations at the best restaurants. We cannot be satisfied as long as the white’s basic mobility is from a larger house to an even larger one—with beautiful great walls surrounding them. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their self-hood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating: “For Everyone” We cannot be satisfied as long as a white man in Mississippi cannot suppress the vote and a white man in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote except a crooked white lady. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until “justice for whites rolls down like chilled vodka, and righteousness like a mighty stream of caviar.”
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from your biker gang hangouts. And some of you have come from areas where your quest — quest for suppression of the black man left you battered by the storms of limitless freedom and lifted by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative whining. Continue to work with the faith that unearned privilege as 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 gated communities and enclaves condominiums of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.
Let us wallow in the valley of prosperity and privilege, 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 white men are created without equal.”
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slave owners and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood and recreate what made America great.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of poverty, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will continue to benefit the good-ole-boys through suppression of voters rights and injustice.
I have a dream that my step children and children will one day live in a nation where they will only be judged by the color of their skin and by the content of their bank accounts.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exploited, and every hill and mountain shall be made full of houses, the rough places will be exploited, and the crooked places will be made straight so my husband can build more casinos and golf courses; “and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all white 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 finally kill off the jangling discords of our the black nation into a beautiful symphony of white privileged brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to exploit together, to go to parties together, to stand up for freedom for only u, knowing that we will be free one day.
And this will be the day — this will be the day when all of God’s white children will be able to sing with new meaning:
My country ’tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.
Land where we killed our black fathers, 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, and when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every condominium, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when only of God’s white children, white men and white women, Baptists and Methodists, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Baptists spiritual:
Free at last! Free at last!
Thank God Almighty, we are free at last to take back America and Make it Great Again!
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