MLK "Free At Last"Well, it's been in film anyway...
It might be a bit too charged with other overtones, but it seems kind of perfect to me (and, interestingly, doesn't require much changing). So here goes.
I say to you today, my friends, even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow,
I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the snow rider's dream.
I have a dream that one day this sport will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed:
"We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all snow riders are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the white hills of Alta the sons of boarders and the sons
of skiers will be able to sit down together in the middle of a groomer.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat
of summer, sweltering with the heat of winter, will be transformed into an oasis of
ripping and hucking.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will
not be judged by the bagginess of their pants but by the quality of their of their line.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day, down in MRG, with its vicious skiers, with its shareholders
having their lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right
there in Vermont, little snowboarding boys and snowboarding girls will be able to join hands
with little tele boys and tele girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day Deer Valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be
made gnar, the rough places will be made steep, and the chutes will be made straight,
and the glory of the shred shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.
This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to Taos with. With this faith we will
be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able
to transform the jangling discords of our sport into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With
this faith we will be able to ride together, to rip together, to struggle together, to have
our passes pulled together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will ride one day.
This will be the day when all riders will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My mountain, 'tis
of thee, sweet slopes of liberty, of thee I sing. Slopes where my fathers died, slopes of Stein
Erikson's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."
And if this is to be a great sport this must become true. So let riders ride the prodigious
hilltops of New Hampshire. Let riders ride the mighty mountains of New York. Let riders ride
the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!
Let riders ride the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!
Let riders ride the curvaceous slopes of California!
But not only that; let riders ride Stone Mountain of Georgia!
Let riders ride Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!
Let riders ride every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom
And when this happens, when we allow all riders to ride, when we let them ride in every village and
every chalet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's
children, boarders and skiers, freeriders and racers, fixed- and free-heelers, will be able to join
hands and sing in the words of the old spiritual, "Riding at last! Riding at last! thank God Almighty,
we are riding at last!"