was first published, this poet was working as an African-american busboy at the "whites only" Wardman Park hotel.  The poet's name was Langston Hughes.  His poem, "Let America Be America Again," is from 1935. O, let America be America again -- The land that never has been yet -- And yet must be -- the land where every man is free. O, yes, I say it plain, America never was America to me, And yet I swear this oath -- America will be! That is the power of a great dream, a dream bigger than the first dreamers, a dream so big that it can be picked up generations later, by the son of people whose freedom was denied by the original dreamer. There are signs of life like this for the American dream all over our world.  The dream is no respecter of national borders.  When I was in college, I was often in theology classes with a man named Daniel.  Daniel was one of the most articulate and patient students I ever met.  Daniel was also one of the "Lost Boys," the orphans of war in the Sudan who walked hundreds of miles across the Sudanese desert to escape war in refugee camps.  He received a visa, and he came to America with a dream that he would be educated.  Daniel is currently pursuing a graduate degree in Mathematics at the University of California.  Try and tell Daniel that the American dream is dead. When I lived in