I tell you, it was eerie. If you shut your eyes, it was like Martin Luther King was back on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial. If you also shut your ears. And held your nose.
The Cryin' Man was waxing eloquent for the ages:
"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, but some choose to be shiftless, uppity and chuckle-headed."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the the content of their character, but the size of their bank accounts."
"I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves will once again be serving dinner to the sons of former slave owners at the table of brotherhood -- and by that, of course I mean the Aryan Brotherhood."
"Let us speed up that day when all of God's children who live on trust funds of more than a quarter million a year -- white men and off-white men, pink men and lightly tanned men, ivory men and eggshell men -- will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual: "Tax-free at last! Tax-free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are tax-free at last!"