When it is finally ours, this freedom, this liberty, this beautiful and terrible thing, needful to man as air, usable as the earth; when it belongs at last to our children, when it is truly instinct, brain matter, reflex action; when it is finally won; when it is more than the gaudy mumbo jumbo of politicians: this man, this Negro visioning a world where none is lonely, none hunted, alien, this man, superb in love and logic, shall be remembered. 