How beautiful this night. You wouldn’t be able to tell by the tears streaming down my face or by my trembling fingers as I attempt to capture this moment.
How beautiful this night for I have seen the unabashed glory of God. Forty-five years ago tonight, a Negro dared to dream; 45 years later, an African-American had the audacity to hope.
How beautiful this night. Forty-five years ago, a colored man who foretold the problem of the Twentieth Century would be the problem of the colored line passed away. How beautiful this night because black and white hold hands across that line – realizing that history is being made.
How beautiful this night, even though I see ghosts who share my tears. I see Fannie Lou Hamer. I see Shirley Chisholm. I see Medgar Evers, Malcolm X and Martin Luther King Jr. I see Sojourner Truth. I see Emmett Till. I see them at true peace because yes, on this night, we have affirmed it was worth it. How beautiful this night.
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