Post by Xavier Williams on Apr 4, 2008 13:27:20 GMT -6
~Oratory. Basically speech. The art of talking. The ability to move a crowd with just a few words. A simple sentence said by a great orator, turns into legend.
Today, marks the day, when one of the greatest speakers was slain
Martin Luther King, Jr.~
We see Xavier standing in what appears to be a civil rights museum, but he seems to be in the MLK exihibit he is looking at a picture taken, during King's "I Have a Dream" speech, in Washington.
Words.
We take them for granted. We are so motivated by actions, we forget the power of them. That a few words can incite the deepest and darkest of human emotion. They can make us happy, sad, remorsefull, hell they can even make us fall in love. Words, they are powerful, and this man right here, gave them their power back.
He walks around, at the numerous pictures, and some pictures of the civil rights movement, the gaurd dogs being unleashed, the water hoses...
The words spoken out of the mouth of MLK, went from words... to anthems. They rang across the nation, some took it as a call to arms, some as a wakeup call... but all knew that is was the truth. but things like equality, justice, and fair rights, things we take for granted nowadays, seemed to be a problem, they were beaten. Incarcerated. Mauled...
and killed.
They go from heroes... to martyrs.
When they left home, they didnt know they wouldn't return, would they have walked out the door... they would, they knew that change had to happen. They knew they needed to make this world better for their children and their children, and for more generations on. They wanted America to see that the path they are going down, will only lead to more violence, more suffering, more bloodshed... sound familiar?
Xavier continues to walk down the line, he stops at the picture of MLK in the jail cell, his hands cuffed. He stops here
I'd be a fool to say, that the AotR's movement is the same as the civil rights, but words are very important. We have spoken in malls, the streets, in neighborhoods, and on TV. Tell you that you need to change your ways, in stead of being slaves to a race... you are slaves to the corporations. And I stand here, I see a bunch of TV Stations, some radio stations... but they arent covering anything. They are covering each other. I see figure heads, like Al Sharpton here... he too, an orator. But underneath the fesitvities... lies an ugly truth
The Words of MLK were so strong, that they struck fear into the white society, so as a counter, the killed him.
Xavier now walks to the infamous picture of the King family pointing to where the shot was fired, as MLK laid on the ground, dying.
And instead of killing the movemet, the incited it, they lit a fire that still burns today
Martin Luther King: From Man to Martyr.
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The scene fades to black and it comes back and we see Xavier walking around the streets outside of the hotel where King was shot. He is walking away from it and he looks around
For days and days I had a chance to think about my opponents, then... when that idea didnt pan out, I just had to see the fact... that NOBODY deserves this more than me. I already defeated Wilson, Talon... hell I dont even know who he is and Reckoning... heh.
Like I told you before, Wilson... for the message to spread, one must be destroyed and you were that man the last time. Last time I outsmarted you, and trust me, since then I have gotten better. So I will make sure that I will dominate you this time... as for Talon, as I said previously, I know nothing of you, but the unknown coul dbe the most dangerous.
I take no opponent lightly... cept Joey Nova.
You have the element of surprise, but I am a hunter... "you cant hunt, what you cant kill...", words spoken by a man who had to pull the trigger on a legend a few days ago. Then Reckoning, "White Gangsta".. ha. Another youth, trapped into the same old sterotypes, portrayed by the popular media, and he is white... a part of me wants to cuss you out, the other wants me to beat your brains in... I get to do that Sunday... and I am above, foul language.
Maybe... you havent spoke yet.
Xavier continues to walk around the streets, he stops and sits down at a bus stop bench
We live in a day and age in which words have lost their power. But today is day in which a man was slain for his words...
Like all Revolutions... men must fall
But they will never beforgotten
The scene fades to black
Today, marks the day, when one of the greatest speakers was slain
Martin Luther King, Jr.~
We see Xavier standing in what appears to be a civil rights museum, but he seems to be in the MLK exihibit he is looking at a picture taken, during King's "I Have a Dream" speech, in Washington.
Words.
We take them for granted. We are so motivated by actions, we forget the power of them. That a few words can incite the deepest and darkest of human emotion. They can make us happy, sad, remorsefull, hell they can even make us fall in love. Words, they are powerful, and this man right here, gave them their power back.
He walks around, at the numerous pictures, and some pictures of the civil rights movement, the gaurd dogs being unleashed, the water hoses...
The words spoken out of the mouth of MLK, went from words... to anthems. They rang across the nation, some took it as a call to arms, some as a wakeup call... but all knew that is was the truth. but things like equality, justice, and fair rights, things we take for granted nowadays, seemed to be a problem, they were beaten. Incarcerated. Mauled...
and killed.
They go from heroes... to martyrs.
When they left home, they didnt know they wouldn't return, would they have walked out the door... they would, they knew that change had to happen. They knew they needed to make this world better for their children and their children, and for more generations on. They wanted America to see that the path they are going down, will only lead to more violence, more suffering, more bloodshed... sound familiar?
Xavier continues to walk down the line, he stops at the picture of MLK in the jail cell, his hands cuffed. He stops here
I'd be a fool to say, that the AotR's movement is the same as the civil rights, but words are very important. We have spoken in malls, the streets, in neighborhoods, and on TV. Tell you that you need to change your ways, in stead of being slaves to a race... you are slaves to the corporations. And I stand here, I see a bunch of TV Stations, some radio stations... but they arent covering anything. They are covering each other. I see figure heads, like Al Sharpton here... he too, an orator. But underneath the fesitvities... lies an ugly truth
The Words of MLK were so strong, that they struck fear into the white society, so as a counter, the killed him.
Xavier now walks to the infamous picture of the King family pointing to where the shot was fired, as MLK laid on the ground, dying.
And instead of killing the movemet, the incited it, they lit a fire that still burns today
Martin Luther King: From Man to Martyr.
-------------------------------------------------
The scene fades to black and it comes back and we see Xavier walking around the streets outside of the hotel where King was shot. He is walking away from it and he looks around
For days and days I had a chance to think about my opponents, then... when that idea didnt pan out, I just had to see the fact... that NOBODY deserves this more than me. I already defeated Wilson, Talon... hell I dont even know who he is and Reckoning... heh.
Like I told you before, Wilson... for the message to spread, one must be destroyed and you were that man the last time. Last time I outsmarted you, and trust me, since then I have gotten better. So I will make sure that I will dominate you this time... as for Talon, as I said previously, I know nothing of you, but the unknown coul dbe the most dangerous.
I take no opponent lightly... cept Joey Nova.
You have the element of surprise, but I am a hunter... "you cant hunt, what you cant kill...", words spoken by a man who had to pull the trigger on a legend a few days ago. Then Reckoning, "White Gangsta".. ha. Another youth, trapped into the same old sterotypes, portrayed by the popular media, and he is white... a part of me wants to cuss you out, the other wants me to beat your brains in... I get to do that Sunday... and I am above, foul language.
Maybe... you havent spoke yet.
Xavier continues to walk around the streets, he stops and sits down at a bus stop bench
We live in a day and age in which words have lost their power. But today is day in which a man was slain for his words...
Like all Revolutions... men must fall
But they will never beforgotten
The scene fades to black
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 American dream.
I have a dream that one day this 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."
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 American dream.
I have a dream that one day this 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."