The deep rumbling of discontent that we hear today is the thunder of disinherited masses rising from dungeons of oppression to the bright hills of freedom in one majestic chorus.

There is such a thing as the freedom of exhaustion. Some people are so worn down by the yoke of oppression that they give up.

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.

Oppressed people cannot remain oppressed forever. The yearning for freedom eventually manifests itself.

We know through painful experience that freedom is never voluntarily given by the oppressor; it must be demanded by the oppressed.

A few years ago in the slum areas of Atlanta, a Negro guitarist used to sing almost daily: "Been down so long that down don't bother me." This is the type of negative freedom and resignation that often engulfs the life of the oppressed.