Watch a youtube documentary

>They need another representative like MLK
So that rep can get "assassinated" again?

Being American helps. You just kind of come to know it, kind of like a standard language in the first place.

I unironically can't understand the Jew on Peaky Blinders sometimes but I'm sure Brits all do.

And you're also an ESL. I get that you're a cross flag ESL so not the same as your standard ESL but still, ESL.

Damn he fridge look like a 7-11 LMAO FR FR NO CAP

your thinking about Bob Marley

I don't think it's something that significant, it's just a dialect. The NAACP (biggest and most historically significant black civil rights organization in the US) frequently releases statements on current events that are pretty similar to MLK's speeches, which nobody reads because they're very boring. It's the same among whites too, especially after Trump that kind of soberness is mocked.

Also if you want a great public speaker from the classic civil rights era, I'd look up the text to some of Malcolm X's speeches. The man was not right, but he had a hell of a way with words.
>First, what is a revolution? Sometimes I’m inclined to believe that many of our people are using this word “revolution” loosely, without taking careful consideration of what this word actually means, and what its historic characteristics are. When you study the historic nature of revolutions, the motive, the objective, the result, and the method, you may change words. You may change your goal and you may change your mind.
>Look at the American Revolution in 1776. How was it carried out? Bloodshed. The French Revolution — what was it based on? The land-less against the landlord. How did they resolve it? Bloodshed. No love lost; no compromise; no negotiation. I’m telling you, you don’t know what a revolution is. ‘Cause when you find out what it is, you’ll get back in the alley; you’ll get out of the way. The Russian Revolution — How did they bring it about? Bloodshed. You haven’t got a revolution that doesn’t involve bloodshed. And you’re afraid to bleed.
>When the white man sent you to Korea, you bled. To Germany, you bled. To the South Pacific to fight the Japanese, you bled. You bleed for white people. But when it comes time to see your own churches being bombed and little black girls murdered, you haven’t got no blood. You bleed when the white man says bleed; you bite when the white man says bite; and you bark when the white man says bark.

What can you say. The white man has causes worth dying for. Blax kill themselves for $40, a bottle of malt liqueur and a pair of new sneakers.

His speeches just keeping building and building, so it's difficult to summarize them like MLK's. Continuing from >I hate to say this about us, but it’s true. How are you going to be nonviolent in Mississippi, as violent as you were in Korea? How can you justify being nonviolent in Mississippi and Alabama, when your churches are being bombed, and your little girls are being murdered, and at the same time you’re going to be violent with Hitler, and Tojo, and somebody else that you don’t even know?
>If violence is wrong in America, violence is wrong abroad. If it’s wrong to be violent defending black women and black children and black babies and black men, then it’s wrong for America to draft us and make us violent abroad in defense of her. And if it is right for America to draft us, and teach us how to be violent in defense of her, then it is right for you and me to do whatever is necessary to defend our own people right here in this country.
>The Chinese Revolution — they wanted land. They threw the British out, along with the Uncle Tom Chinese. Yeah, they did. They set a good example. When I was in prison, I read an article — don’t be shocked when I say I was in prison. You’re still in prison. That’s what America means: prison. [This part seems choppy because the audience gasped after he said he was in prison] When I was in prison, I read an article in Life magazine showing a little Chinese girl, nine years old; her father was on his hands and knees and she was pulling the trigger ’cause he was an Uncle Tom Chinaman, When they had the revolution over there, they took a whole generation of Uncle Toms — just wiped them out. And within ten years that little girl become a full-grown woman. No more Toms in China. And today it’s one of the toughest, roughest, most feared countries on this earth — by the white man. ‘Cause there are no Uncle Toms over there.

>And today it’s one of the toughest, roughest, most feared countries on this earth
Yeah, that speech sure aged well.

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>Of all our studies, history is best qualified to reward our research. And when you see that you’ve got problems, all you have to do is examine the historic method used all over the world by others who have problems similar to yours. And once you see how they got theirs straight, then you know how you can get yours straight. There’s been a revolution, a black revolution, going on in Africa. In Kenya, the Mau Mau were revolutionaries; they were the ones who made the word “Uhuru” [Kenyan word for “freedom”]. They believed in scorched earth. They knocked everything aside that got in their way, and their revolution also was based on land, a desire for land.
>In Algeria, the northern part of Africa, a revolution took place. The Algerians were revolutionaries; they wanted land. France offered to let them be integrated into France. They told France: to hell with France. They wanted some land, not some France. And they engaged in bloody battles. So I cite these various revolutions, brothers and sisters, to show you — you don’t have a peaceful revolution. You don’t have a turn-the-other-cheek revolution. There’s no such thing as a nonviolent revolution. The only kind of revolution that’s nonviolent is the Negro revolution. The only revolution based on loving your enemy is the Negro revolution. The only revolution in which the goal is a desegregated lunch counter, a desegregated theater, a desegregated park, and a desegregated public toilet; you can sit down next to white folks on the toilet. That’s no revolution. Revolution is based on land. Land is the basis of all independence. Land is the basis of freedom, justice, and equality. The white man knows what a revolution is.

>Revolution is bloody. Revolution is hostile. Revolution knows no compromise. Revolution overturns and destroys everything that gets in its way. And you, sitting around here like a knot on the wall, saying, “I’m going to love these folks no matter how much they hate me.” No, you need a revolution. Whoever heard of a revolution where they lock arms, singing “We Shall Overcome”? Just tell me. You don’t do that in a revolution. You don’t do any singing; you’re too busy swinging. It’s based on land. A revolutionary wants land so he can set up his own nation, an independent nation. These Negroes aren’t asking for no nation. They’re trying to crawl back on the plantation.
>To understand this, you have to go back to what the young brother here referred to as the house Negro and the field Negro — back during slavery. There was two kinds of slaves. There was the house Negro and the field Negro. The house Negroes – they lived in the house with master, they dressed pretty good, they ate good ’cause they ate his food — what he left. They lived in the attic or the basement, but still they lived near the master; and they loved their master more than the master loved himself. They would give their life to save the master’s house quicker than the master would.
>That was that house Negro. In those days he was called a “house nigger.” And that’s what we call him today, because we’ve still got some house niggers running around here. This modern house Negro loves his master. He wants to live near him. He’ll pay three times as much as the house is worth just to live near his master, and then brag about “I’m the only Negro out here.”

>On that same plantation, there was the field Negro. The field Negro — those were the masses. There were always more Negroes in the field than there was Negroes in the house. The Negro in the field caught hell. He ate leftovers. In the house they ate high up on the hog. The Negro in the field didn’t get nothing but what was left of the insides of the hog. They call ’em “chitt’lings” nowadays. In those days they called them what they were: guts. That’s what you were — a gut-eater. And some of you all still gut-eaters.
>The field Negro was beaten from morning to night. He lived in a shack, in a hut; He wore old, castoff clothes. That house Negro loved his master. But that field Negro hated the master. When the house caught on fire, he didn’t try and put it out; that field Negro prayed for a wind, for a breeze. When the master got sick, the field Negro prayed that he’d die. You’ve got field Negroes in America today. I’m a field Negro. The masses are the field Negroes. When they see this man’s house on fire, you don’t hear these little Negroes talking about “our government is in trouble.”
>Just as the slavemaster of that day used Tom, the house Negro, to keep the field Negroes in check, the same old slavemaster today has Negroes who are nothing but modern, 20th century Uncle Toms, to keep you and me in check. Passive and peaceful and nonviolent. There's blood running all down your jaw, and you don’t know what’s happening. ‘Cause someone has taught you to suffer — peacefully.
>There’s nothing in the Quran that teaches people to suffer peacefully. Be courteous, be respectful, obey the law; but if someone puts his hand on you, send him to the cemetery. That’s a good religion. An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth, and a head for a head, and a life for a life. And nobody resents that kind of religion being taught but a wolf who would make you his meal.