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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 an exile in his own land. and so weve e here today to dramatize a shameful condition in a sense weve e to our nations 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 a 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, insofar 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 e back marked insufficient funds.Time flies, time flies, we have grown up. Looking back on the road we have walked, there is pain, joy, absence, sadness, unforgettable memories, a happy childhood, more memorable dreams.Childhood dreams are so naive and creative. Some dreams can fly freely in the sky like birds. Some dreams can swim like fish in th