I have a dream...

[Edit: this would be even more fitting if we didn't win last year...but fuck it, I still have a dream]

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom vengeance in the history of our Hawkeye nation.

Five score Almost two years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation lead our team to a 9-0 start. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves fans who had been seared in the flames of withering [BCS] injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity not making a BCS Championship game.

But one hundred two years later, the Negro Hawkeye still is not free. One hundred Two years later, the life of the Negro Hawkeye is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation losses to jNW and the chains of discrimination QB injury. One hundred Two years later, the Negro Hawkeye lives on a lonely island of [Rose Bowl] poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material Badger prosperity. One hundred Two years later, the Negro Hawkeye is still languished in the corners of American society the Legends division and finds himself an exile in his own land conference. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we've come to our nation's capital Evanston, IL 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 American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men Hawkeyes as well as white men Wildcats, would be guaranteed the "unalienable Rights" of "Life Run, Liberty Pass and the pursuit of Happiness a championship." It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color Hawkeye nation are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people Hawkeyes a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds RBs."

But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds RBs in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation backfield. And so, we've come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom victory and the security of justice upperclass RBs.

We have also come to this hallowed spot hell-scape of IL to remind America Iowa 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 DRUGS. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy vengeance. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation defeat to the sunlit path of racial season-ending-injury justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice losses to jNW to the solid rock of brotherhood 40 point beatdowns. Now is the time to make justice revenge reality for all of God's Iowa's children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer chilling fall of the Negro's Hawkeye's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn winter of freedom and equality upper B1G bowl preparation. Nineteen sixty-three Twenty-twelve is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Negro Hawkeye needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro Hawkeye is granted his citizenship rights national championship. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to

my people, 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 fire Ferentz. 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 15-yard personal fouls. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul Doyle force.

The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro Hawkeye community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people Ferentz, for many of our the white Ferentz 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 revenge is inextricably bound to our freedom revenge.

We cannot walk win alone.

And as we walk win, 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 football, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro Hawkeye is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police wizard brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies recruiters, 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 negro's Hawkeye's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto disappointing loss 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 Whites SEC Only." We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro Coach in Mississippi cannot vote [for a Hawkeye] and a Negro TV personality in New York Bristol believes he has nothing for which to vote [if an SEC team is not involved]. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until "justice revenge rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream."¹

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 dorms. 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 wizard 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 SEC 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 [games] today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this [Hawkeye] nation 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 [and Iowa men work harder]."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia in Evanston, IL the sons of former slaves players and the sons of former slave owners coaches will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood the I-circuit.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi Illinios, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice , sweltering with the heat of oppression humidity, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom revenge and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children D-linemen will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin jersey but by the content of their character sacks.

I have a dream today!

[Edit: I cut off the end...and added my dream here. Go here for un-edited version of this great speech]

I have a dream that Saturday, October 27 2012, up in Evanston, we will overcome a 7-0 Wildcat team--spoiling their perfect season.

Let freedom ring!

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