It is not a day for politics. I have saved this one opportunity to speak briefly to you about the mindless menace of violence in America which again stains our land and every one of our lives. 
It is not the concern of any one race. The victims of the violence are black and white, rich and poor, young and old, famous and unknown. They are, most important of all, human beings whom other human beings loved and needed. No one can be certain who next will suffer from some senseless act of bloodshed. And yet it goes on and on and on in this country of ours. 
Whenever any American's life is taken by another American unnecessarily, whenever we tear at the fabric of our lifes which another man has painfully and clumsily woven for himself and his children, whenever we do this – then the whole nation is degraded. 
Too often we honor swagger and bluster and wielders of force; too often we excuse those who are willing to build their own lives on the shattered dreams of other human beings. 
But this much is clear: violence breeds violence, repression brings retaliation, and only a cleansing of our whole society can remove this sickness from our souls. 
For when you teach a man to hate and to fear his brother, when you teach that he is a lesser man because of his color or his beliefs or the policies that he pursues, when you teach that those who differ from you threaten your freedom or your job or your home or your family, then you also learn to confront others not as fellow citizens but as enemies, to be met not with cooperation but with conquest; to be subjugated and to be mastered. 
We learn, at the last, to look at our brothers as aliens, alien men with whom we share a city, but not [bad word]  men bound to us [bad word] dwelling, but not in [bad word] effort. We learn to share only [bad word] fear, only [bad word] desire to retreat from each other, only [bad word] impulse to meet disagreement with force. 
Our lives on this planet are too short and the work to be done too great to let this spirit flourish any longer in this land of ours. Of course we cannot vanquish it with a program. But we can perhaps remember, if only for a time, that those who live with us are our brothers, that they share with us the same short moment of life; that they seek, as do we, nothing but the chance to live out their lives in purpose and in happiness, winning what satisfaction and fulfillment that they can. 
Surely, this bond [bad word] faith, surely this bond [bad word] goals, can begin to teach us something. Surely, we can learn, at the least, to look at those around us as fellow men, and surely we can begin to work a little harder to bind up the wounds among us and to [bad word] in our own hearts brothers and countrymen once again.