"King's speech came back to me. `Standing on the mountaintop, looking into the Promised Land...' The songs we had sung in Atlantic City four years before with Fannie Lou Hamer, who had come from a Mississippi sharecropper's shack to confront the Democratic Party: `Go tell it on the mountain, let my people go!' `Must be the people that Moses led, let my people go!' The sermons I had heard black preachers speak, half shouting, half chanting: `And on the wings of eagles I will bring you, from slavery, from bondage, yes! - from slavery, to be My people - yes, my beloved people.'
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