[yepnope 해제] I have a dream - 마틴루터킹 연설문
이 연설문은 대표적인 명연설로 손꼽히는데, 대학교양영어나 성문종합영어 독해지문으로 한동안 등장하기도 했다. 50년전 워싱턴DC의 링컨기념관에서 마틴루터킹이 인종차별철폐를 호소하며, 이 연설을 하였다. 몇번이나 읽어봤지만 보면 볼수록 호소력이 있는 명문장이라 생각된다.
지난달에도 미국 아이비리그 학생이 학보에 인종문제를 제기한 적 있고, 그게 미국주요 신문에 한참 화제가 되기도 했다. 최근에는 유럽프로축구에서 인종차별적 행동이 발생하였으며, 인종차별폐지 지지차원에서 바나나 먹기 인증이 유행되기도 했다. 인종차별은 특정국가나 피부색, 출신국가만의 문제가 아니다. 인종차별과 인간차별은 인간의 존엄성을 무시한다는 점에서 별반 다르지 않다. 대한민국내에서도 지연, 정치성향, 학교, 직장, 소그룹에서조차 사람을 분류하고, 차별하는 악습 남아있다. 이는 부족한 인간의 천성에 비롯된 것일 수도 있다. 즉 자기의 경쟁자나, 경계가 될 만한 사람을 시기하거나 깍아 내리려는 비겁한 심리와도 맞물려 있다. 심지어 일부 영갤러들이 관심있는 편입조차도 그렇다. 학과내에서도 편입생을 은근히 구별하여 취급하려는 악습이 완전히 사라진 것은 아닐거다. 혹 그런다면 실력으로 당당히 이겨내기 바란다.
호수건너편 멀리 워싱컨 기념탑도 보인다. 이곳은 영화에도 자주 등장하는 곳이며, 공원처럼 되어 있어서 지금도 많은 시민과 관광객이 찾는 곳이다. 호수물은 수영할 정도로 청정하지 않지만 오리도 놀고, 너무 탁하지는 않다. 170미터에 이르는 오벨리스크 형식의 워싱턴기념탑은 생각보다 높고, 밑기둥의 폭도 넓다. 언젠가 영갤러들이 워싱턴에 가게 되면 꼭 한번 들러보기 바란다. 그때의 연설이 들려옴을 느껴보고...모든 인간은 신앞에서 인격적으로 동등하다는 진리를 상기하면서, 이 연설문을 들어보기 바란다. 아래에 원고를 붙여 놓을테니, 독해용으로 활용해도 좋다.
즉흥연설보다는 미리 원고를 다듬어서 연설할 경우, 문장의 구성이 더 복잡하고 세련되어 있으므로 일정수준의 독해력이 없으면 들려도 이해가 안되는 것이 일반적이다. 즉 연설에 나오는 문장의 패턴, 단어 등을 모른다면 정확히 이해하기 어렵다는 것이다. 이 연설은 예전판 성문영어에 나왔을 것인데, 아래 문장에서 눈으로 보아도 독해실력이 딸려 끙끙댄다면, 이 연설문을 들어도 많은 부분을 이해하기 어려울 것이다. 특히 정치, 경제, 학계에서는 고급스런 표현과 문체를 흔히 쓰므로 연설문이 마치 독해자료집과 같다. 그런 사례는 너무 많이 있다. 그래서 흔히 보는 토크쇼와는 다르다.
I Have a Dream
by Martin Luther King, Jr.
I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.
Fivescore years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.
But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free; one hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination; one hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity; one hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself in exile in his own land.
So we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition. In a sense we've come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was the promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note in so far as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check; a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so we've come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.
We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy; now is the time to rise 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 make justice a reality for all God's children. It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality.
Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content, will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual.
There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day 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 freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. 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.
The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny and they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. This offense we share mounted to storm the battlements of injustice must be carried forth by a biracial army. We cannot walk alone.
And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back. 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 Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality.
We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with 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 as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.
I am not unmindful that some of you come here out of excessive trials and tribulation. 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 veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.
Go back to Mississippi; go back to Alabama; go back to South Carolina; go back to Georgia; go back to Louisiana; go back to the slums and ghettos of the northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can, and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.
So I say to you, my friends, that even though we must face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American 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, sons of former slaves and sons of former slave-owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day, even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream 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!
I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, that one day, right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white 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 shall be made plain, and the crooked places shall be made straight and the glory of the Lord will be revealed and all flesh shall see it together.
This is our hope. This is the faith that I 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 freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day. This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with 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 mountain side, let freedom ring"－and if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.
So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.
Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.
Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.
Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.
But not only that.
Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi, from every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and hamlet, from every state and city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children－black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Catholics and Protestants－will be able to join hands and to 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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From every mountainside, let freedom ring!
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