Your Dreams

Vyse said:

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 game.

Five score years ago, a great Smasher, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the SBR Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Low-tier players 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 Low-tier still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Low-tier is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Low-tier lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Low-tier is still languished in the corners of Smasher society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we've come to our game'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 Smasher was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, low-tier men as well as high-tier men, would be guaranteed the "unalienable Rights" of "Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." It is obvious today that Smash has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, Smash has given the Low-tier smashers a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds."

But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this game. 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 Smash 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 tier justice. Now is the time to lift our game from the quicksands of tier injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of Sakurai's children.

It would be fatal for the game to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Low-tier'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 Low-tier needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the game returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in Smash until the Low-tier is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our game until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my smashers, 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 Low-tier community must not lead us to a distrust of all high-tier smashers, for many of our high-tier 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.

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 Low-tier is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. 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 low-tier'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 self-hood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating: "For High-tiers Only." We cannot be satisfied as long as a Low-tier in Mississippi cannot vote and a Low-tier 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."

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- 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 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. And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the Smasher dream.

I have a dream that one day this game 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, the sons of former players and the sons of former player 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 that my four little children will one day live in a game 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" -- one day right there in Alabama little low-tier boys and low-tier girls will be able to join hands with little high-tier boys and high-tier girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and 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, and 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 game 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.

And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of Sakurai'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 mountainside, let freedom ring!

And if Smash is to be a great game, this must become true.

And 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 this happens, when we allow freedom 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 Sakurai's children, low-tier men and high-tier men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Low-tier spiritual:

Free at last! Free at last!
Thank Sakurai Almighty, we are free at last!

Spoiler

I am not racist btw >.>
Obama for President
this was inspired by memphischains

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Vyse said:

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 game.

Five score years ago, a great Smasher, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the SBR Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Low-tier players 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 Low-tier still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Low-tier is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Low-tier lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Low-tier is still languished in the corners of Smasher society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we've come to our game'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 Smasher was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, low-tier men as well as high-tier men, would be guaranteed the "unalienable Rights" of "Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." It is obvious today that Smash has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, Smash has given the Low-tier smashers a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds."

But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this game. 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 Smash 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 tier justice. Now is the time to lift our game from the quicksands of tier injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of Sakurai's children.

It would be fatal for the game to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Low-tier'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 Low-tier needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the game returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in Smash until the Low-tier is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our game until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my smashers, 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 Low-tier community must not lead us to a distrust of all high-tier smashers, for many of our high-tier 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.

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 Low-tier is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. 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 low-tier'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 self-hood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating: "For High-tiers Only." We cannot be satisfied as long as a Low-tier in Mississippi cannot vote and a Low-tier 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."

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- 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 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. And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the Smasher dream.

I have a dream that one day this game 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, the sons of former players and the sons of former player 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 that my four little children will one day live in a game 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" -- one day right there in Alabama little low-tier boys and low-tier girls will be able to join hands with little high-tier boys and high-tier girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and 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, and 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 game 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.

And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of Sakurai'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 mountainside, let freedom ring!

And if Smash is to be a great game, this must become true.

And 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 this happens, when we allow freedom 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 Sakurai's children, low-tier men and high-tier men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Low-tier spiritual:

Free at last! Free at last!
Thank Sakurai Almighty, we are free at last!

Spoiler

I am not racist btw >.>
Obama for President
this was inspired by memphischains

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Vyse said:

Epic Stuff

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FireKirby7 said:

I want to see more Ness and Lucas mains..... >_>

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