I have a (counter) cultural dream.

I have a dream that one day Birmingham and surrounding areas will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all creativity are created equal." I have a dream that one day on the red bricks of Birmingham, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slaveowners will be able to sit down together at a table of culturehood. I have a dream that one day all parts of Birmingham, a fragile city, sweltering with the heat of cultural injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of creative freedom, justice and equality. I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a city where they will not be judged by the colour of their skin but by the content of their creative character. I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day Birmingham, whose cultural industrial corporate and government lips who are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little creative black boys and creative black girls will be able to join hands with little creative white boys and creative white girls and walk together as creative sisters and brothers. I have a dream today. I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the cultural emancipation shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together. This is our hope. This is the faith with which I return to the North, East, South and West. With this creative faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of creative hope. With this creative faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our city into a beautiful symphony of creative sister and brotherhood. With this creativity we will be able to work together, to creatively struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for creative freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day – each and everyone of us, young, old, the healthly and the infirm. That all creative ideas, the radical and the (in)sane, can be given an equal place.

This will be the day when all of creative children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My creativity, 'tis of thee, sweet land of create liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let creative freedom ring." And if Birmingham is to be a great city (and the surrounding areas), this must become true. So let creative freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of Birmingham and beyond!. Let creative freedom ring from the mighty tollpaths of Smethwick! Let freedom ring from the heightening inner city locations such as Highbury! Let creative freedom ring from the low river waters of Deritend! Let creative freedom ring from the Rae valley pathways of Brum! But not only that; let creative freedom ring from the bells of St Martins! Let freedom ring from lookout of Camp Hill! Let creative freedom ring from every hill and every molehill of Birmingham and surrounding areas. From every part of this splendid city of Birmingham and beyond, let creative cultural freedom ring!