...the Collective White Man Had

It’s Just Like When You’ve Got Some Coffee That’s Too Black, Which Means It’s Too Strong. What You Do? You Integrate It With Cream; You Make It Weak. If You Pour Too Much Cream In, You Won’t Even Know You Ever Had Coffee. It Used To Be Hot, It Becomes Cool. It Used To Be Strong, It Becomes Weak. It Used To Wake You Up, Now It’ll Put You To Sleep.

We Want Freedom By Any Means Necessary. We Want Justice By Any Means Necessary. We Want Equality By Any Means Necessary. We Don't Feel That In 1964, Living In A Country That Is Supposedly Based Upon Freedom, And Supposedly The Leader Of The Free World, We Don't Think That We Should Have To Sit Around And Wait For Some Segregationist Congressmen And Senators And A President From Texas In Washington, D.c., To Make Up Their Minds That Our People Are Due Now Some Degree Of Civil Rights. No, We Want It Now Or We Don't Think Anybody Should Have It.

At The Same Time Reverend Galamison Policy Is Intelligent Enough Where He Can't Be Used To Attack Me.

Respect Me, Or Put Me To Death.

Ten Guards And The Warden Couldn't Have Torn Me Out Of Those Books. Months Passed Without Even Thinking About Being Imprisoned....i Had Never Been So Truly Free In My Life.