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This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to possumland with.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Possumland, 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 fur 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 possum boys and possum girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today!
Five score years ago, a great possum, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Possum Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of possum 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 possum still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the possum is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the possum lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the possum is still languished in the corners of Animal society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.