If You Do Not Learn To Hate

There Are No New Ideas. There Are Only New Ways Of Making Them Felt.

Hatred Is The Fury Of Those Who Do Not Share Our Goals, And Its Object Is Death And Destruction. Anger Is A Grief Of Distortions Between Peers, And Its Object Is Change.

My Silences Had Not Protected Me. Your Silence Will Not Protect You. But For Every Real Word Spoken, For Every Attempt I Had Ever Made To Speak Those Truths For Which I Am Still Seeking, I Had Made Contact With Other Women While We Examined The Words To Fit A World In Which We All Believed, Bridging Our Differences.

Who I Am Is What Fulfills Me And Fulfills The Vision I Have Of The World.

I Am A Bleak Heroism Of Words That Refuse To Be Buried Alive With The Liars.