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"What's wrong? Was it hurt by the police? Wang Xiaofan asked distressedly.

Obviously they are still students, but they are allowed to bear these things that the country should do, and now they are beaten like this.

The black schoolgirl shook her head and said, "I didn't cry because it hurts. I cried because none of my black brothers around me were willing to help me. They are willing to live in discrimination like the walking dead. Hey......"

A boy next to him also said in frustration: "Forget it, Hannah, opposing racial discrimination is just wishful thinking on our part." No one wants to respond to us. ”

"Yes, no one wants to help us, not even those who are also dark-skinned." Hannah looked up at the slightly cloudy sky and said in despair.

The white policeman laughed mockingly: "Wouldn't it be good for you blacks to obediently obey the law?" I have to come out and cause trouble for our police! It's annoying! ”

Numbness!

What numbness!

The racial discrimination in the United States in this world has far exceeded Wang Xiaofan's imagination.

"Let's go...... We've done our best......" Hannah said softly.

Hannah picks up the anti-discrimination leaflet that has fallen to the ground and is about to leave in a dejected state.

At this moment, a large and powerful hand grabbed her hand.

"Give me the loudspeaker, and I'll help you."

Hannah looked at Wang Xiaofan suspiciously, the handsome face that even a dark-skinned person like her would feel a strange sense of charm when she saw it: "You? ”

Regardless of whether Hannah agreed or not, Wang Xiaofan snatched the big horn from her hand, stood in Jack's taxi, opened the horn and shouted: "Hello everyone, it shouldn't be me who is standing in this place today, but what I saw just now made me have to stand up and say something." ”

Passers-by stopped to see what the yellow-skinned man had to say.

The dark clouds in the sky gradually condensed, and the cold wind gusted in autumn, making people feel the slightest chill.

Wang Xiaofan closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the cool air in the air, the kind of cool air with a strong discrimination.

The next moment, he opened his eyes sharply and said in a loud voice without hurrying: "Today, I am honored to participate in this anti-discrimination publicity activity.

Many years ago, a great man freed the black man from slave owners, but what we need to see is that today the black man is still huddled in the corners of American society and realizes that he is an exile in his homeland. We are gathered here today to bring this appalling situation to public. ”

Passers-by gradually gathered around, some curious, wanting to see why this yellow man was talking to the black man, some contemplative, wanting to get some information from Wang Xiaofan's speech, and some were purely watching the excitement, preparing to coax Wang Xiaofan at a critical moment or something.

Of course, the batons of the two policemen are also ready at any time, as long as Wang Xiaofan says something out of the ordinary, he will immediately greet him.

"Now people are asking people who are passionate about the civil rights movement, 'When will you be satisfied?'

As long as blacks continue to suffer unspeakable brutal persecution by the police, we will never be satisfied.

As long as we are tired and tired from the road and cannot find accommodation in the motels along the highway and in the hotels in the city, we will never be satisfied.

As long as the basic sphere of activity of the blacks is only from the small slums inhabited by minorities to the large slums, we will never be satisfied.

As long as our children are stripped of themselves and dignity by the 'white only' sign, we will never be satisfied."

As long as there is still one black man in Mississippi who can't vote, and as long as there is one black man in New York who thinks he can't vote, we will never be satisfied.

No! We are not satisfied now, and we will not be satisfied in the future, unless justice and fairness are like the waves of the river and the sea, surging and rolling in. ”

Six consecutive rows of sentences, the voice is higher than one sentence, and the momentum of one sentence is more than one sentence!

The six sentences are connected, in one go, deafening!

An unknown energy in the hearts of the people present at this moment seemed to have been unsealed, ready to move!

Some black people looked at Wang Xiaofan with surprise, recognition, or sadness on their faces.

Yes, Wang Xiaofan's speech now is the famous speech of Martin Luther King, Jr., the world's greatest pioneer in the struggle against discrimination, "I Have a Dream"!

Since there is no Martin Luther King Jr. in this world, Wang Xiaofan doesn't care about replacing him and completing the career he wants.

Silently glancing at the people who were standing in place, unable to say a word shocked by Wang Xiaofan's words just now, Wang Xiaofan picked up the bullhorn, glared angrily at the two white policemen just now, and said: "Friends, I tell you today that at this moment, although we have suffered all kinds of difficulties and setbacks, I still have a dream, and this dream is deeply rooted in the American dream. ”

Speaking of this, Wang Xiaofan followed the example of Martin Luther King, Jr., the great man of the previous life, took a deep breath, raised his arm slightly, and roared angrily with a voice that was enough to wake up thousands of insensitive black people: "i-have-a-dream (I have a dream) !!!!"

The sound like thunder exploded into the hearts of thousands of onlookers, and everyone's bodies trembled in unison, looking at this yellow man standing in a taxi with an ugly loudspeaker, which seemed to be ridiculous, but like a great man who had stood for thousands of years.

"I dream of the day when this nation will stand up and truly live up to the true meaning of its creed: 'We believe that truth is self-evident and that all men are created equal.'"

I dream of a day when the sons of former slaves will be able to sit with the sons of former slave owners on the Red Hills of Georgia and share brotherhood.

I dream that one day, even Mississippi, a desert-like place where justice is hidden, oppression is rampant, will become an oasis of freedom and justice.

I dream that one day my friend's four children will live in a kingdom where they will be judged not by the color of their skin, but by the quality of their character.

Today, I have a dream. I dream of a day when Alabama will be transformed, and even though the governor of the state is still dissenting against federal law, black boys and girls there will be able to go hand in hand with white boys and girls.

Today, I have a dream.

I dream of a day when the valley rises and the mountain falls; The bumpy and tortuous road becomes a smooth road, and the holy light is revealed, shining on the world. ”

The sky began to drizzle.

The raindrops were so thick that they soaked many people's clothes.

But at this moment, no one cared about any of this, and no one wanted to leave to escape the rain.

Including a lot of white people!!