The fourth of April, 1968

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 have a dream today.This dream belongs to Martin Luther King. It's the dream of living in the same world, breathing the same air, sailing the same seas, getting the same opportunities, eating the same food, sleeping in the same comfortable beds in the same cosy homes. It's a question of rights. It's a question of human rights!
Martin Luther King was murdered forty years ago!