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there were seamstresses and steel workers, students and teachers, maids and pullman porters. they shared simple meals and bunked together on floors. and then on a hot summer day they assembled here in our nation's capitol under the shadow of the great emancipator to offer testimony of injustice, to petition their government for redress, and to awaken america's long slumbering conscience. we rightly and best remember dr. king' king's soaring oratort day, how he gave mighty voice to the quiet hopes of millions, how he offered a salvation path for oppressed and oppressors alike. his words belong to the ages po possessing a power and prophecy unmatched in our time. but we would do well to recall that day itself also belongs to those ordinary people whose names never appeared in the history books. never got on tv. many had gone to segregated schools and sat at segment segrd lunch counters, lived in towns where they couldn't vote, and cities where their votes didn't matter. there were couples in love who couldn't marry, soldiers who fought for freedom abroad that they found denied

there were seamstresses and steelworkers, students and teachers, maids and pullman porters. they shared simple meals and bunked together on floors. and then on a hot summer day they assembled here in our nations capital under the shadow of the great emancipator to awaken america's long slumber conscience. we rightly and best remember dr. king's soaring oratory that day. how he gave mighty voice to the quiet hopes of millions, how he offered a salvation path for oppressed and oppressors alike. his words belong to the ages. possessing a power and prophecy unmatched in our time. but we would do well to recall that day itself also belonged to those ordinary people whose names never appeared in the history books. never got on tv. many have gone to segregated schools and sat at segregated lunch counters. they lived in towns where they couldn't vote and cities where their votes didn't matter. there were couples in love who couldn't marry. soldiers who fought for freedom abroad that they found denied to them at home. they had seen loved ones beaten. and children fire hosed. and they

there were seamstresses and steel workers, students and teachers, maids and pullman porters.her on floors. and then on a hot summer day, they assembled here, in our nation's capital, under the shadow of the great emancipator. to offer testimony of injustice. to petition their government for redress. and to awaken america's long slumbering conscience. we rightly and best remember dr. king's soaring oratory that day. how he gave mighty voice to the quiet hopes of millions. how he offered a salvation path for oppressed and oppressors alike. his words belong to the ages. possessing a power and prophesy unmatched in our time. but we would do well to recall that day itself also belonged to those ordinary people whose names never appeared in the history books. never got on tv. many had gone to segregated schools and sat at segregated lunch counters. they lived in towns where they couldn't vote and cities where their votes didn't matter. there were couples in love who couldn't marry. soldiers who fought for freedom abroad, that they found denied to them at home. they had seen loved o

he ended up becoming a pullman porter for the trains, and my father visited california at the time. and he thought kind of he'd make a mental note of it, maybe he'd come back to california. so he comes out of the service, he goes to chattanooga, tennessee, he walks to an unemployment office. the woman tells him he has to go back out and go through the colored only door. he says, this is bs, they don't have colored doors in california, i'm going to get a job as a cook. he goes restaurant to restaurant, and they say, i'm sorry, sir, you have no references which is their way of saying in california, we don't hire black people. when he was in chattanooga, they told him we flat out don't hire n-words. he walks through a door, asks for a job, he says what time do you close? 8:30, 5, my dad sat there the next day 59 8:30 til 5. lady calls him up and says, sir, i've got a job. my dad says what is it? she says it's a job cleaning toilets. my dad worked at that job for ten years, took a second job for ten years also as a janitor, cooked for a family on the weekend, went tonight school to get

they were seamstresses, steelworkers, students and teachers, maids and pullman porters.lso belongs to those ordinary people whose names never appeared in the history tv.s, never got on many go on to segregated schools and sat at segregated lunch counters. they lived in towns where they could not vote, in cities where their votes did not matter. there were couples in love who could not marry. soldiers who fought for freedom aboard -- abroad that they found denied to them at home. they had seen loved ones beaten, and children fire host. -- fire-hosed. they had every reason to lash out in anger, or resign themselves to a bitter fate. and yet, they chose a different path. in the face of hatred, they prayed for their tormentors. in the face of violence, they stood up and sat in with the moral force of nonviolence. willingly, they went to jail to protest unjust laws. their cells swelling with the sounds of freedom songs. a lifetime of indignities that taught them that no man can take away the dignity and grace that god grants. they learned through hard experience what frederic

he ended up becoming a pullman porter for the trains, and my father visited california at the time. and he thought kind of he'd make a mental note of it, maybe he'd come back to california. so he comes out of the service, he goes to chattanooga, tennessee, he walks to an unemployment office. the woman tells him he has to go back out and go through the colored only door. he says, this is bs, they don't have colored doors in california, i'm going to get a job as a cook. he goes restaurant to restaurant, and they say, i'm sorry, sir, you have no references which is their way of saying in california, we don't hire black people. when he was in chattanooga, they told him we flat out don't hire n-words. he walks through a door, asks for a job, he says what time do you close? 8:30, 5, my dad sat there the next day 59 8:30 til 5. lady calls him up and says, sir, i've got a job. my dad says what is it? she says it's a job cleaning toilets. my dad worked at that job for ten years, took a second job for ten years also as a janitor, cooked for a family on the weekend, went tonight school to get