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He had a
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 wonder what he would feel right now, what would be going through his mind, if today, he was still alive. I wonder how excited he would be, how emotional he would be, how scared and how satisfied at the same time.

I hope his dream - will come true.
Or at least - come closer to becoming true.
I hope that today will be a change for the better.
I hope that people will finally see that race doesn’t matter.
I hope that someday everyone will realise we are all equal.
That we should all be able to have equal chances.
And we can all become what we want to be.
No matter what colour or gender we have.

I hope.