Note: This article is a reprint. The Moritheil Review wishes everyone a very happy Martin Luther King day.
In Iowa, a man was assaulted simply for being who he was. This is a troubling crime, all the more so for coming a generation after America fought so hard so that all its people could be free.
From the Examiner:
The victim was in the process or ordering food when a man came up to him, accused the victim of being a zombie, then punched the victim in the eye.
When the victim attempted to use his cell phone to call police, the assailant hit him again, this time breaking the victim’s nose. The assailant then fled out the back door of the restaurant.
My friends, I have a dream. Even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American 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 humanity and the corpses of humanity will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood, and not consume each other.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Iowa, a state freezing with the bitter chill of injustice, shivering with the coldness of indifference, 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 state of their animation but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day, down in Florida, with its vicious animists, with its universities’ lips dripping with the words of ZBSD and nullification; one day right there in Florida, little zombie boys and little zombie girls will be able to join hands with little living boys and living girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today.
And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all the Creator’s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, living and unliving, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Zombie spiritual, “Braaaaaains! Braaaaaaains! Braaaains, Braaaaaaaains!”