빈칸(斌干)의 오늘(08-24-13)

어제 Microsoft의 CEO 스티브 발머가 은퇴 한다고 선언 했다. 그가 은퇴 한다니 다행다. 그가 퇴임 할때까지 앞으로 일년을 더 기다려야 한다니…답답하다. 그의 퇴임 선언에 마치 기다리고 있다는듯, 주식시장은 환호 했다. 어제 이소식을 접하고Microsoft의 주가는7%이상 올랐다 한다. 하바드 법대를 졸업한 똘똘이 스티브 발머는 지난 10여년간 당대 세계 최고의 기업을 말아 먹고 말았다. 아무리 미국 최고의 명문 하바드 법대를 졸업하고 창사때 부터 수십년간Microsoft와 같이 해온 법대 우등생은 혁신과 개혁의 산업세계에서는 낙오자였다. 법대졸업생은 아마도 관료적이고 기계적 행정력은 있었겠지만… High Tech기업을 이끌고 갈 그런 인재는 아니였나보다. 앞으로 누가Microsoft를 이끌런지 모르지만… 예전의 영광과 부를 다시 이르킬 CEO는 찾기아마 힘들것이다.

가주(California)에서는 앞으로 영주권자에게도 배심원 의무를 부여 해게 될지도 모른다한다. 가주의 주지사의 서명을 기다고 있다고 하는데, 매우 논란스런 가주의원들의 법안이다. 재판장에서 미국 시민권자가 아닌 영주권자들이 미국의 법률과 이익을 보호하는 배심원자리에서 과연 얼마나 미국을 위한 배심원 결정을 할수 있을까 하는 원론적인 문제…그러나… 미국 시민권자들이 배심원으로 뽑혀 나오라 통지하면 요리저리 다빠저 나가는 현실에서 충분한 숫자의 배심원을 구하기 위해서는 어쩔수 없는 형국이라는 맞주장이 서로 팽배하다 한다. 한국에서도 배심원제도를 도입중이라 하던데… 과연 한국에서도 영주권자들에게 배심원 의무를 부여 하는 날이 올수 있을까?

Linda Ronstadt라는 가수를 아는가? 그녀가 벌써 67세란다. 그아름답던 모습으로 부드러운 저음으로 부르던 그녀의 노래 하는 모습은 인제 유튜브로나마 보게되었다. 그녀가 파킨슨병에 걸렸다고 선언 했다는 소식이다. 70년대부터 80년 90년에 걸처 왕성 하게 활동하던 뉴멕시코의Linda Ronstadt를 사뭇 사모하던 많은 뭇남성들…그녀에게 따스한 위문 편지라도 한통 보낼련지… 한국에서는 가수 나훈아가 정신병원에서 요양 중이라던데…

50년전 오늘 Martin Luther King Jr.가 미국 Washington DC에서 수백만 군중앞에서 그유명한 “I have a dream.”이라는 연설을 한날이다. 이연설 이후로 지난 50년간 미국은 더욱 부강한 나라가 되었다. 검은 머리에 갈색 눈동자를 한 한국에서 미국에 온 이민자들이 그나마 발을 쭉뻗고 이만큼 살게된것도 그의 연설 덕분이 아닐까한다. 그의 사생활은 여러 잡음이 많았다지만, 수백만의 유색인종들에게 꿈을 주고 기본 인권을 찾아준 그의 진보주의는 참으로 존경 할만 할것이다. 그 연설 전문을 실어 본다. 유튜브의 동영상과 같이 읽어보며 그 뜻깊은 날과 의미를 되새겨본다.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HRIF4_WzU1w


"I Have A Dream" speech:
I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.
But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check -- a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quick sands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.
We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. They have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.
As we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied, as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating "For Whites Only". We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.
Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.
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 American 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 men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, 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 color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as 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 Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.
This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South 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 brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."
And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!
Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California!
But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring 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, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"