I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American Gulls dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of gull watching:
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all gulls are created equal.
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of the Foyle, the sons of former gull watchers and the sons of former duck watchers will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Tyrone, a state sweltering with the heat of chaffinches, sweltering with the heat of Jac kdaws, will be transformed into an oasis of Franklins and Laughing Gulls.
I have a dream that my fellow gull watchers will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by their gull books but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day, down in Enniskillen, with its vicious Duck watchers, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "Ring Necked" and "Smew" -- one day right there in Fermanagh little gull boys and gull girls will be able to join hands with little duck boys and duck girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day every valley shall have a dump, and every hill and mountain shall be made into landfill, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Kumliens Gull shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."
This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to Culmore with.
With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of Gull Watchers. With this faith, we will be able to gull together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to dumps together, to stand up for gulls together, knowing that we will be free one day.
And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of the Gull Watchers will be able to sing with new meaning:
My Culmore 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.
Dump where my fathers drive, land of the Pilgrim's pride,
From every landfill, let freedom ring!
And if Culmore is to be a great dump again, this must become true.
And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of Cullybackey.
Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of the Mournes.
Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of the Sperrins.
Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Slemish.
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of Rostrevor.
But not only that:
Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Black Mountain.
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Binevenagh.
Let freedom ring from every hill and rabbit warren of Millisle.
From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, when we allow Gull Watching, when we let it gull from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, gull men and duck men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Peter Grant spiritual:
Gull at last! Gull at last!
Thank God Almighty, we can Gull at last!