(NAME-MCE) Barack Obama's Speech on You Tube - complete text

[Bill Howe]

Someone in a meeting today referred to Senator Obama's speech as rivaling
Dr. King's
I Have a Dream Speech. Here is is on You Tube and the complete text.
 Speech on You Tube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zrp-v2tHaDo



courant.com/news/politics/hc-obamatext19mar19,0,3592061.story
Courant.com <http://courant.com/> Full Text Of Barack Obama's Speech

The Hartford Courant

March 18, 2008
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*These are the prepared remarks that the Illinois senator delivered today at
the Constitution Center in
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"We the people, in order to form a more perfect union."

Two hundred and twenty one years ago, in a hall that still stands across the
street, a group of men gathered and, with these simple words, launched
America's improbable experiment in democracy. Farmers and scholars,
statesmen and patriots who had traveled across an ocean to escape tyranny
and persecution, finally made real their declaration of independence at a
Philadelphia convention that lasted through the spring of 1787.

The document they produced was eventually signed but ultimately unfinished.
It was stained by this nation's original sin of slavery, a question that
divided the colonies and brought the convention to a stalemate until the
founders chose to allow the slave trade to continue for at least 20 more
years, and to leave any final resolution to future generations.

Of course, the answer to the slavery question was already embedded within
our Constitution -- a Constitution that had at its very core the ideal of
equal citizenship under the law; a Constitution that promised its people
liberty, and justice, and a union that could be and should be perfected over
time.

And yet words on a parchment would not be enough to deliver slaves from
bondage, or provide men and women of every color and creed their full rights
and obligations as citizens of the United States. What would be needed were
Americans in successive generations who were willing to do their part --
through protests and struggle, on the streets and in the courts, through a
civil war and civil disobedience and always at great risk -- to narrow that
gap between the promise of our ideals and the reality of their time.

This was one of the tasks we set forth at the beginning of this campaign --
to continue the long march of those who came before us, a march for a more
just, more equal, more free, more caring and more prosperous America. I
chose to run for the presidency at this moment in history because I believe
deeply that we cannot solve the challenges of our time unless we solve them
together -- unless we perfect our union by understanding that we may have
different stories, but we hold common hopes; that we may not look the same
and we may not have come from the same place, but we all want to move in the
same direction -- towards a better future for of children and our
grandchildren.

This belief comes from my unyielding faith in the decency and generosity of
the American people. But it also comes from my own American story.

I am the son of a black man from Kenya and a white woman from
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I was raised with the help of a white grandfather who survived a Depression
to serve in Patton's Army during World War II and a white grandmother who
worked on a bomber assembly line at Ft. Leavenworth while he was overseas.
I've gone to some of the best schools in America and lived in one of the
world's poorest nations. I am married to a black American who carries within
her the blood of slaves and slave owners -- an inheritance we pass on to our
two precious daughters. I have brothers, sisters, nieces, nephews, uncles
and cousins, of every race and every hue, scattered across three continents,
and for as long as I live, I will never forget that in no other country on
Earth is my story even possible.

It's a story that hasn't made me the most conventional candidate. But it is
a story that has seared into my genetic makeup the idea that this nation is
more than the sum of its parts - that out of many, we are truly one.

Throughout the first year of this campaign, against all predictions to the
contrary, we saw how hungry the American people were for this message of
unity. Despite the temptation to view my candidacy through a purely racial
lens, we won commanding victories in states with some of the whitest
populations in the country. In South
Carolina<http://www.courant.com/topic/us/south-carolina-PLGEO100104300000000.topic><http://www.courant.com/topic/us/south-carolina-PLGEO100104300000000.topic>,
where the Confederate Flag still flies, we built a powerful coalition of
African Americans and white Americans.

This is not to say that race has not been an issue in the campaign. At
various stages in the campaign, some commentators have deemed me either "too
black" or "not black enough." We saw racial tensions bubble to the surface
during the week before the South Carolina primary. The press has scoured
every exit poll for the latest evidence of racial polarization, not just in
terms of white and black, but black and brown as well.

And yet, it has only been in the last couple of weeks that the discussion of
race in this campaign has taken a particularly divisive turn.

On one end of the spectrum, we've heard the implication that my candidacy is
somehow an exercise in affirmative action; that it's based solely on the
desire of wide-eyed liberals to purchase racial reconciliation on the cheap.
On the other end, we've heard my former pastor, Reverend Jeremiah
Wright<http://www.courant.com/topic/religion-belief/christianity/jeremiah-wright-PERLL000309.topic><http://www.courant.com/topic/religion-belief/christianity/jeremiah-wright-PERLL000309.topic>,
use incendiary language to express views that have the potential not only to
widen the racial divide, but views that denigrate both the greatness and the
goodness of our nation; that rightly offend white and black alike.

I have already condemned, in unequivocal terms, the statements of Reverend
Wright that have caused such controversy. For some, nagging questions
remain. Did I know him to be an occasionally fierce critic of American
domestic and foreign policy? Of course. Did I ever hear him make remarks
that could be considered controversial while I sat in church? Yes. Did I
strongly disagree with many of his political views? Absolutely - just as I'm
sure many of you have heard remarks from your pastors, priests, or rabbis
with which you strongly disagreed.

But the remarks that have caused this recent firestorm weren't simply
controversial. They weren't simply a religious leader's effort to speak out
against perceived injustice. Instead, they expressed a profoundly distorted
view of this country - a view that sees white racism as endemic, and that
elevates what is wrong with America above all that we know is right with
America; a view that sees the conflicts in the Middle East as rooted
primarily in the actions of stalwart allies like Israel, instead of
emanating from the perverse and hateful ideologies of radical Islam.

As such, Reverend Wright's comments were not only wrong but divisive,
divisive at a time when we need unity; racially charged at a time when we
need to come together to solve a set of monumental problems -- two wars, a
terrorist threat, a falling economy, a chronic health care crisis and
potentially devastating climate change; problems that are neither black or
white or Latino or Asian, but rather problems that confront us all.

Given my background, my politics, and my professed values and ideals, there
will no doubt be those for whom my statements of condemnation are not
enough. Why associate myself with Reverend Wright in the first place, they
may ask? Why not join another church? And I confess that if all that I knew
of Reverend Wright were the snippets of those sermons that have run in an
endless loop on the television and You Tube, or if Trinity United Church of
Christ conformed to the caricatures being peddled by some commentators,
there is no doubt that I would react in much the same way.

But the truth is, that isn't all that I know of the man. The man I met more
than 20 years ago is a man who helped introduce me to my Christian faith, a
man who spoke to me about our obligations to love one another; to care for
the sick and lift up the poor. He is a man who served his country as a U.S.
Marine; who has studied and lectured at some of the finest universities and
seminaries in the country, and who for over 30 years led a church that
serves the community by doing God's work here on Earth - by housing the
homeless, ministering to the needy, providing day care services and
scholarships and prison ministries, and reaching out to those suffering from
HIV/AIDS.

In my first book, "Dreams From My Father," I described the experience of my
first service at Trinity:

"People began to shout, to rise from their seats and clap and cry out, a
forceful wind carrying the reverend's voice up into the rafters. . . . And
in that single note -- hope! -- I heard something else; at the foot of that
cross, inside the thousands of churches across the city, I imagined the
stories of ordinary black people merging with the stories of David and
Goliath, Moses and Pharaoh, the Christians in the lion's den, Ezekiel's
field of dry bones. Those stories -- of survival, and freedom, and hope -
became our story, my story; the blood that had spilled was our blood, the
tears our tears; until this black church, on this bright day, seemed once
more a vessel carrying the story of a people into future generations and
into a larger world. Our trials and triumphs became at once unique and
universal, black and more than black; in chronicling our journey, the
stories and songs gave us a means to reclaim memories that we didn't need to
feel shame about . . . memories that all people might study and cherish --
and with which we could start to rebuild."

That has been my experience at Trinity. Like other predominantly black
churches across the country, Trinity embodies the black community in its
entirety -- the doctor and the welfare mom, the model student and the former
gang-banger. Like other black churches, Trinity's services are full of
raucous laughter and sometimes bawdy humor. They are full of dancing,
clapping, screaming and shouting that may seem jarring to the untrained ear.
The church contains in full the kindness and cruelty, the fierce
intelligence and the shocking ignorance, the struggles and successes, the
love and yes, the bitterness and bias that make up the black experience in
America.

And this helps explain, perhaps, my relationship with Reverend Wright. As
imperfect as he may be, he has been like family to me. He strengthened my
faith, officiated my wedding, and baptized my children. Not once in my
conversations with him have I heard him talk about any ethnic group in
derogatory terms, or treat whites with whom he interacted with anything but
courtesy and respect. He contains within him the contradictions -- the good
and the bad -- of the community that he has served diligently for so many
years.

I can no more disown him than I can disown the black community. I can no
more disown him than I can my white grandmother -- a woman who helped raise
me, a woman who sacrificed again and again for me, a woman who loves me as
much as she loves anything in this world, but a woman who once confessed her
fear of black men who passed by her on the street, and who on more than one
occasion has uttered racial or ethnic stereotypes that made me cringe.

These people are a part of me. And they are a part of America, this country
that I love.

Some will see this as an attempt to justify or excuse comments that are
simply inexcusable. I can assure you it is not. I suppose the politically
safe thing would be to move on from this episode and just hope that it fades
into the woodwork. We can dismiss Reverend Wright as a crank or a demagogue,
just as some have dismissed Geraldine Ferraro, in the aftermath of her
recent statements, as harboring some deep-seated racial bias.

But race is an issue that I believe this nation cannot afford to ignore
right now. We would be making the same mistake that Reverend Wright made in
his offending sermons about America -- to simplify and stereotype and
amplify the negative to the point that it distorts reality.

The fact is that the comments that have been made and the issues that have
surfaced over the last few weeks reflect the complexities of race in this
country that we've never really worked through - a part of our union that we
have yet to perfect. And if we walk away now, if we simply retreat into our
respective corners, we will never be able to come together and solve
challenges like health care, or education, or the need to find good jobs for
every American.

Understanding this reality requires a reminder of how we arrived at this
point. As William
Faulkner<http://www.courant.com/topic/entertainment/william-faulkner-PECLB001645.topic><http://www.courant.com/topic/entertainment/william-faulkner-PECLB001645.topic>once
wrote: "The past isn't dead and buried. In fact, it isn't even past."
We do not need to recite here the history of racial injustice in this
country. But we do need to remind ourselves that so many of the disparities
that exist in the African-American community today can be directly traced to
inequalities passed on from an earlier generation that suffered under the
brutal legacy of slavery and Jim Crow.

Segregated schools were, and are, inferior schools; we still haven't fixed
them, 50 years after Brown vs. Board of Education, and the inferior
education they provided, then and now, helps explain the pervasive
achievement gap between today's black and white students.

Legalized discrimination -- where blacks were prevented, often through
violence, from owning property, or loans were not granted to
African-American business owners, or black homeowners could not access FHA
mortgages, or blacks were excluded from unions, or the police force, or fire
departments -- meant that black families could not amass any meaningful
wealth to bequeath to future generations. That history helps explain the
wealth and income gap between black and white, and the concentrated pockets
of poverty that persists in so many of today's urban and rural communities.

A lack of economic opportunity among black men, and the shame and
frustration that came from not being able to provide for one's family,
contributed to the erosion of black families - a problem that welfare
policies for many years may have worsened. And the lack of basic services in
so many urban black neighborhoods -- parks for kids to play in, police
walking the beat, regular garbage pick-up and building code enforcement --
all helped create a cycle of violence, blight and neglect that continue to
haunt us.

This is the reality in which Reverend Wright and other African Americans of
his generation grew up. They came of age in the late fifties and early
sixties, a time when segregation was still the law of the land and
opportunity was systematically constricted. What's remarkable is not how
many failed in the face of discrimination, but rather how many men and women
overcame the odds; how many were able to make a way out of no way for those
like me who would come after them.

But for all those who scratched and clawed their way to get a piece of the
American Dream, there were many who didn't make it -- those who were
ultimately defeated, in one way or another, by discrimination. That legacy
of defeat was passed on to future generations - those young men and
increasingly young women who we see standing on street corners or
languishing in our prisons, without hope or prospects for the future. Even
for those blacks who did make it, questions of race, and racism, continue to
define their worldview in fundamental ways. For the men and women of
Reverend Wright's generation, the memories of humiliation and doubt and fear
have not gone away; nor has the anger and the bitterness of those years.
That anger may not get expressed in public, in front of white co-workers or
white friends. But it does find voice in the barbershop or around the
kitchen table. At times, that anger is exploited by politicians, to gin up
votes along racial lines, or to make up for a politician's own failings.

And occasionally it finds voice in the church on Sunday morning, in the
pulpit and in the pews. The fact that so many people are surprised to hear
that anger in some of Reverend Wright's sermons simply reminds us of the old
truism that the most segregated hour in American life occurs on Sunday
morning. That anger is not always productive; indeed, all too often it
distracts attention from solving real problems; it keeps us from squarely
facing our own complicity in our condition, and prevents the
African-American community from forging the alliances it needs to bring
about real change. But the anger is real; it is powerful; and to simply wish
it away, to condemn it without understanding its roots, only serves to widen
the chasm of misunderstanding that exists between the races.

In fact, a similar anger exists within segments of the white community. Most
working- and middle-class white Americans don't feel that they have been
particularly privileged by their race. Their experience is the immigrant
experience -- as far as they're concerned, no one's handed them anything,
they've built it from scratch. They've worked hard all their lives, many
times only to see their jobs shipped overseas or their pension dumped after
a lifetime of labor. They are anxious about their futures, and feel their
dreams slipping away; in an era of stagnant wages and global competition,
opportunity comes to be seen as a zero sum game, in which your dreams come
at my expense. So when they are told to bus their children to a school
across town; when they hear that an African American is getting an advantage
in landing a good job or a spot in a good college because of an injustice
that they themselves never committed; when they're told that their fears
about crime in urban neighborhoods are somehow prejudiced, resentment builds
over time.

Like the anger within the black community, these resentments aren't always
expressed in polite company. But they have helped shape the political
landscape for at least a generation. Anger over welfare and affirmative
action helped forge the Reagan Coalition. Politicians routinely exploited
fears of crime for their own electoral ends. Talk show hosts and
conservative commentators built entire careers unmasking bogus claims of
racism while dismissing legitimate discussions of racial injustice and
inequality as mere political correctness or reverse racism.

Just as black anger often proved counterproductive, so have these white
resentments distracted attention from the real culprits of the middle class
squeeze -- a corporate culture rife with inside dealing, questionable
accounting practices, and short-term greed; a
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by lobbyists and special interests; economic policies that favor
the few over the many. And yet, to wish away the resentments of white
Americans, to label them as misguided or even racist, without recognizing
they are grounded in legitimate concerns -- this too widens the racial
divide, and blocks the path to understanding.

This is where we are right now. It's a racial stalemate we've been stuck in
for years. Contrary to the claims of some of my critics, black and white, I
have never been so naive as to believe that we can get beyond our racial
divisions in a single election cycle, or with a single candidacy --
particularly a candidacy as imperfect as my own.

But I have asserted a firm conviction - a conviction rooted in my faith in
God and my faith in the American people -- that working together we can move
beyond some of our old racial wounds, and that in fact we have no choice is
we are to continue on the path of a more perfect union.

For the African-American community, that path means embracing the burdens of
our past without becoming victims of our past. It means continuing to insist
on a full measure of justice in every aspect of American life. But it also
means binding our particular grievances -- for better health care, and
better schools, and better jobs - to the larger aspirations of all Americans
-- the white woman struggling to break the glass ceiling, the white man
whose been laid off, the immigrant trying to feed his family. And it means
taking full responsibility for own lives -- by demanding more from our
fathers, and spending more time with our children, and reading to them, and
teaching them that while they may face challenges and discrimination in
their own lives, they must never succumb to despair or cynicism; they must
always believe that they can write their own destiny.

Ironically, this quintessentially American -- and yes, conservative --
notion of self-help found frequent expression in Reverend Wright's sermons.
But what my former pastor too often failed to understand is that embarking
on a program of self-help also requires a belief that society can change.

The profound mistake of Reverend Wright's sermons is not that he spoke about
racism in our society. It's that he spoke as if our society was static; as
if no progress has been made; as if this country -- a country that has made
it possible for one of his own members to run for the highest office in the
land and build a coalition of white and black; Latino and Asian, rich and
poor, young and old -- is still irrevocably bound to a tragic past. But what
we know -- what we have seen -- is that America can change. That is true
genius of this nation. What we have already achieved gives us hope -- the
audacity to hope -- for what we can and must achieve tomorrow.

In the white community, the path to a more perfect union means acknowledging
that what ails the African-American community does not just exist in the
minds of black people; that the legacy of discrimination -- and current
incidents of discrimination, while less overt than in the past -- are real
and must be addressed. Not just with words, but with deeds -- by investing
in our schools and our communities; by enforcing our civil rights laws and
ensuring fairness in our criminal justice system; by providing this
generation with ladders of opportunity that were unavailable for previous
generations. It requires all Americans to realize that your dreams do not
have to come at the expense of my dreams; that investing in the health,
welfare, and education of black and brown and white children will ultimately
help all of America prosper.

In the end, then, what is called for is nothing more, and nothing less, than
what all the world's great religions demand -- that we do unto others as we
would have them do unto us. Let us be our brother's keeper, Scripture tells
us. Let us be our sister's keeper. Let us find that common stake we all have
in one another, and let our politics reflect that spirit as well.

For we have a choice in this country. We can accept a politics that breeds
division, and conflict, and cynicism. We can tackle race only as spectacle
-- as we did in the OJ trial -- or in the wake of tragedy, as we did in the
aftermath of Katrina - or as fodder for the nightly news. We can play
Reverend Wright's sermons on every channel, every day and talk about them
from now until the election, and make the only question in this campaign
whether or not the American people think that I somehow believe or
sympathize with his most offensive words. We can pounce on some gaffe by a
Hillary supporter as evidence that she's playing the race card, or we can
speculate on whether white men will all flock to John
McCain<http://www.courant.com/topic/politics/elections/us-elections/john-mccain-PEPLT004278.topic><http://www.courant.com/topic/politics/elections/us-elections/john-mccain-PEPLT004278.topic>in
the general election regardless of his policies.

We can do that.

But if we do, I can tell you that in the next election, we'll be talking
about some other distraction. And then another one. And then another one.
And nothing will change.

That is one option. Or, at this moment, in this election, we can come
together and say, "Not this time." This time we want to talk about the
crumbling schools that are stealing the future of black children and white
children and Asian children and Hispanic children and Native American
children. This time we want to reject the cynicism that tells us that these
kids can't learn; that those kids who don't look like us are somebody else's
problem. The children of America are not those kids, they are our kids, and
we will not let them fall behind in a 21st century economy. Not this time.

This time we want to talk about how the lines in the Emergency Room are
filled with whites and blacks and Hispanics who do not have health care; who
don't have the power on their own to overcome the special interests in
Washington, but who can take them on if we do it together.

This time we want to talk about the shuttered mills that once provided a
decent life for men and women of every race, and the homes for sale that
once belonged to Americans from every religion, every region, every walk of
life. This time we want to talk about the fact that the real problem is not
that someone who doesn't look like you might take your job; it's that the
corporation you work for will ship it overseas for nothing more than a
profit.

This time we want to talk about the men and women of every color and creed
who serve together, and fight together, and bleed together under the same
proud flag. We want to talk about how to bring them home from a war that
never should've been authorized and never should've been waged, and we want
to talk about how we'll show our patriotism by caring for them, and their
families, and giving them the benefits they have earned.

I would not be running for President if I didn't believe with all my heart
that this is what the vast majority of Americans want for this country. This
union may never be perfect, but generation after generation has shown that
it can always be perfected. And today, whenever I find myself feeling
doubtful or cynical about this possibility, what gives me the most hope is
the next generation -- the young people whose attitudes and beliefs and
openness to change have already made history in this election.

There is one story in particularly that I'd like to leave you with today --
a story I told when I had the great honor of speaking on Dr. King's birthday
at his home church, Ebenezer Baptist, in Atlanta.

There is a young, 23-year-old white woman named Ashley Baia who organized
for our campaign in Florence, South Carolina. She had been working to
organize a mostly African American community since the beginning of this
campaign, and one day she was at a roundtable discussion where everyone went
around telling their story and why they were there.

And Ashley said that when she was 9 years old, her mother got cancer. And
because she had to miss days of work, she was let go and lost her health
care. They had to file for bankruptcy, and that's when Ashley decided that
she had to do something to help her mom.

She knew that food was one of their most expensive costs, and so Ashley
convinced her mother that what she really liked and really wanted to eat
more than anything else was mustard and relish sandwiches. Because that was
the cheapest way to eat.

She did this for a year until her mom got better, and she told everyone at
the roundtable that the reason she joined our campaign was so that she could
help the millions of other children in the country who want and need to help
their parents too.

Now Ashley might have made a different choice. Perhaps somebody told her
along the way that the source of her mother's problems were blacks who were
on welfare and too lazy to work, or Hispanics who were coming into the
country illegally. But she didn't. She sought out allies in her fight
against injustice.

Anyway, Ashley finishes her story and then goes around the room and asks
everyone else why they're supporting the campaign. They all have different
stories and reasons. Many bring up a specific issue. And finally they come
to this elderly black man who's been sitting there quietly the entire time.
And Ashley asks him why he's there. And he does not bring up a specific
issue. He does not say health care or the economy. He does not say education
or the war. He does not say that he was there because of Barack
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He simply says to everyone in the room, "I am here because of Ashley."

"I'm here because of Ashley." By itself, that single moment of recognition
between that young white girl and that old black man is not enough. It is
not enough to give health care to the sick, or jobs to the jobless, or
education to our children.

But it is where we start. It is where our union grows stronger. And as so
many generations have come to realize over the course of the 221 years since
a band of patriots signed that document in Philadelphia, that is where the
perfection begins.



-- 
Bill Howe
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