I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream.

It is a dream deeply rooted in the Minecraftian dream.

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 miners are created equal.”

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former minecrafters and the sons of former minecraft youtubers will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Minecraftia, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the number of diamonds mined, but by the things they craft with them.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day, down in Minecraftia, with its vicious pro miners, with notch having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Minecraftia, little black miners and black minettes will be able to join hands with little white miners and white minettes as sisters and brothers.