Five score years ago, a great Horde, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, Summoned a great and powerful demon. This momentous occasion came as a great beacon of hope to millions of warlocks who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their oppression.
But one hundred years later, the warlock still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the warlock is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the warlock lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the warlock is still languishing in the corners of Horde society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
Now is the time to lift our nation from the quick sands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood.
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 Warlock community must not lead us to a distrust of all Horde, for many of our Horde brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. They have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.
I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the Warlock dream.
I have a dream that one day this warlock nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all warlock are created equal."
I have a dream that one day even the City of Orgrimmar, a City sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice for warlocks.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color and freshness of their skin but by the content of their Chaosbolts.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day, down in Silvermoon, with its vicious Sindori, little warlock boys and warlock girls will be able to join hands with little paladin boys and paladin girls as sisters and brothers, before burning them in helfire.
I have a dream today.
And when this happens, when we allow freedom to 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 Azeroth's children, Warlock men and Paladin men, Priests and Demons, Unholy and Holy, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Warlock spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank Azeroth Almighty, we are free at last!" as the warlocks and demons Prevail once and for all over their holy foes.
This is my Dream.
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