On Aug. 28, 1963, my father stood on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial and summoned a nation to listen - not merely to a speech, but to a vision. He dreamed out loud, daring America to imagine itself better: a country where dignity wasn't determined by skin color, where opportunity wasn't bound by birth and where the promises of democracy were extended to all. That dream ignited a movement, moved hearts and bent the arc of history toward justice.

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