I Think, Again, That That Does The

Brothers And Sisters, Friends And Enemies: I Just Can't Believe Everyone In Here Is A Friend, And I Don't Want To Leave Anybody Out.

The Problem [ Of The Twenty-two Million Afro-americans] Is So Broad That It's Going To Take The Inner Working Of All Organizations.

We Are Fighting For The Right To Live As Free Humans In This Society. In Fact, We Are Actually Fighting For Rights That Are Even Greater Than Civil Rights And That Is Human Rights.

I Might Say This, That The Problem Of The, The Solution For The Afro-american Is Two-fold - Long-range And Short-range.

I Learned Early That Crying Out In Protest Could Accomplish Things. My Older Brothers And Sister Had Started To School When, Sometimes, They Would Come In And Ask For A Buttered Biscuit Or Something And My Mother, Impatiently, Would Tell Them No. But I Would Cry Out And Make A Fuss Until I Got What I Wanted. I Remember Well How My Mother Asked Me Why I Couldn't Be A Nice Boy Like Wilfred; But I Would Think To Myself That Wilfred, For Being So Nice And Quiet, Often Stayed Hungry. So Early In Life, I Had Learned That If You Want Something, You Had Better Make Some Noise.