That We Have a Dream
I open my eyes. The first things I see are my sons. They have a strange look in their eye. Almost like they never expected to see my eyes again. Maybe they?re right. Maybe this is my last time to see. Maybe this is my last chance to speak. Maybe this is my last moment to live.
Having just realized this, I ask all but one of my sons to leave. Martin will pass my words. He is the oldest, and the only one mature enough to feel them in the way that I do.
I?ve stared into his longing eyes long now. They have been tortured, and they have been hated. Yet they are still human. And they are still forgiving. I am again reminded of the hope to come of our people. That Lincoln fought for our well-being, so that one day there will never be a black man with countless scars across his back. We may be ?indentured? to the white men for life, but one day we will have our health.
I open my mouth dryly to speak to my son.
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