On the 50th anniversary of an amazing speech by a visionary, much more than a dreamer, I offer an encore post with a dream of my own.

A Mother’s Dream

I dream that differences will be valued, not disdained.

Eye color, hair color, body shapes, and skin shades will be appreciated for their beauty and variety.

Cultural traditions will not disappear, but will thrive and grow together into a rich and fascinating sharing of knowledge and beliefs.
I dream that blindness will be merely a different way of seeing, and deafness impair only the quantity, not the quality of the language ‘heard’.
Children will matter because they own the future. Their education, academic and social, will become and remain of utmost importance.
The mediators and the peacemakers will be recognized as the strongest leaders.
Questions will come from curiosity, not ignorance, and the answers will breed respect.

Knowing each other, knowing ourselves, will lead to knowing that fights and conflicts, wars of all kinds, will cease to be of value.