I
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 
I have a Dream...letter of me as Thracian:
I 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.
14 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.
This 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.
In 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'.
But 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 our Genome.
Me 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.
Now 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 usual.
There 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.
But 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 lost memory. 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.
We 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)
There 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.
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veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.”
Go 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 changed.
Let 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 American dream.
I 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.
I 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.
I 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.
I 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 character.
I have a dream today!
I 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 brothers.
I have a dream today!
I 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.
This 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.
With 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 our egos.
This 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.
And
so let justice ring from the prodigious
of White sea's valley
Let justice
ring from the mighty mountains of Rododpy
Let
justice ring from the heightening
Rila(Alleghenies of Pennsylvania)!
Let
justice ring from the snow-capped Stara
planina (Rockies of Colorado).
Let justice
ring from the curvaceous peaks of Strandja(California).
But
not only that.
Let freedom ring from today's
Turkey (Stone Mountain of
Georgia).
Let freedom ring from today's
Greece (Lookout Mountain of Tennessee).
Let justice
ring from every hill and every molehill of EUPROPE,
Balkans and the World (Mississippi,
from every mountainside, let freedom ring)!
And 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!"
Links to understand us better :
https://www.archives.gov/press/exhibits/dream-speech.pdf
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/americas/3170387.stm