have a Dream...letter of me as Thracian:
am happy to join your solitary time
today in what will go down in history as the greatest appeal for
justice in my personal history and the history
of the new European reality.
Centuries ago a humble Bulgaria in whose inevitable shadow me
as example of native stand today and signed the Bulgarian's
identity Card as inhabitant of the land of Thracia renamed Bulgaria
by a powerful migrated tribe.
momentous decree is a great beacon light of hope of me
and my fellows – bundle of Thracians who have been
seared, changed or slightly disappearing as Genome today in withering
injustice. It came as unknown as joyous daybreak to end the long
night for our predecessours I
think of their incapability to defend
the origin of the Name of their land. And 14
Centuries later the inhabitants are
slightly disappearing or live in injustice. 14
Centuries the Genome of the Thracians is badly crippled by the
manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. 14
Centuries later many Thracians live on the lonely island of
poverty or threatened to disappear in the mist of a vast ocean of
material prosperity, reproductive abundance.
14 Centuries the Thrakcian is languished
in the corners of the Bulgarian History or
Society and finds himself in exile in his own land. So
we've(me, especially) come here to dramatize a shameful condition.
a sense we've come to our nation's mind to cash a check. When the
architects of 'our' Country wrote the magnificent
words of the Bulgarian Majesty, they were signed a promissory
note to the which every Bulgarian(including
Thrakians as native inhabitants and hosts of Bulgarians indeed)
was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men-yes, native
inhabitants as well as migrated here
tribes over the land-would be guaranteed the unalienable right
of life, liberty and pursuit of happiness. It is obvious today that
Bulgarians has defaulted on this
promissory note insofar as her citizen of origin are concerned.
Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, Bulgarians
has given me a bad check, a check which has come back marked as
'insufficient funds' or 'sick'.
I and my fellows refuse to believe the
bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there as
insufficient funds in the great vault of opportunity of the nation.
So we've come to cash this check that will give us upon demand the
riches of justice and security of justice to save
and my fellows also come to this hallowed spot to remind
Bulgarians of the fierce urgency of now.
This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the
tranquillizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the
promises of democracy of the new Bulgarians.
Now is the time to raise from the dark and desolate valley of
segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to
lift our 'nation' from the quicksands of
racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood.
is the time to mark justice a reality for all of God's children. It
would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment.
This sweltering summer of the Thracian's
legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating
autumn of justice and equality -20016 is not an end but a beginning.
Those who hope that the Thracian needed
to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening
if the Bulgarian's return to business as
will be neither rest nor tranquillity in
Bulgarian's land until the Thracian is
granted his ancestors rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will
continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright days
of justice emerges.
there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the
warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice: in the process
of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful
deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for justice by drinking
from the cup of bitterness and hatred and
We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and
discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into
physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic
heights of meeting physical force with soul force.
cannot walk alone. And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we
shall march ahead. We cannot turn back. ...E SHOULD GO FORWARD AND
NAME THE EX_TERITTORY T-BRITAIN. 1. to point out the benefits and
reasons for that (to think where to put that)
are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights: "When
will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the
Thracian is the victim of the
unspeakable underestimation and negligence,
horrors of “Bulgarian's”
brutality. Thank's God we still can not say
that as in the real Martin Luther King's speech: “We can
never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of
travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the
hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's
basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never
be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood
and robbed of their dignity by signs stating "For Whites Only".
We cannot be satisfied and we will not be satisfied as long as a
Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he
has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we
will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and
righteousness like a mighty stream.
am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials
and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells.
Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left
you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds
of police brutality. You have been the
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 a table of brotherhood
of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned
suffering is redemptive.”
back to Turkey(Mississippi), go back to
Greece(Alabama), go back to Plovdiv(
Georgia), go back to wherever you came
from(Louisiana), go back to the slums and ghettos of our
northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be
us not wallow in the valley of despair. I say to you today, my
friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the
moment, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the
have a dream that one day this nation will rise up, getter
back the name of the land as it could be and live out the true
meaning of its creed - we hold these truths to be self-evident: that
all men are created equal and we have been
respected that 14Centuries.
have a dream that one day on the red hills of Strandja
the sons of former Thracians and the
sons of the migrant will be able to sit down together at a table of
brotherhood and truly respect each others.
have a dream that one day even the state of Strandja,
a desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression,
will be transformed into an oasis of freedom,love and justice.
have a dream that I can also have four
little children and will one day live in a nation where they will not
be judged by the colour of their skin but by the content of their
have a dream today!
have a dream that one day, down in Komutini
(Alabama), with its vicious racists, with its governor having
his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification;
one day right there in Komutini(Alabama)
little Thracian boys and little Thrakian
girls will be able to join hands with little migrant's
boys and migrant's girls as sisters and
have a dream today!
have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill
and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain,
and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the
Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.
is our hope. This is the faith that I will go back to the South with.
With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair
a stone of hope.
this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our
nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we
will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle
together, to go to jail together, to stand up for justice
together, knowing that we will be free one day from
will be the day, this will be the day when all of God's children will
be able to sing with a new meaning: "My country, 'tis of thee,
sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died,
land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom
ring." And if America is to be a great nation, Thracia
can be great nation again too and this must become true.
so let justice ring from the prodigious
of White sea's valley
ring from the mighty mountains of Rododpy
justice ring from the heightening
Rila(Alleghenies of Pennsylvania)!
justice ring from the snow-capped Stara
planina (Rockies of Colorado).
ring from the curvaceous peaks of Strandja(California).
not only that.
Let freedom ring from today's
Turkey (Stone Mountain of
Let freedom ring from today's
Greece (Lookout Mountain of Tennessee).
ring from every hill and every molehill of EUPROPE,
Balkans and the World (Mississippi,
from every mountainside, let freedom ring)!
when this happens, when we allow JUSTICE
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 of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and
Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, THRACIAN'S
AND MIGRANTS will be able to join hands and sing in the words
of the old Negro spiritual: "Free at last! Free at last! thank
God Almighty, we are free at last!"
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