The Art Of Publicity Is A Black

The Use Of History Is To Tell Us What We Are, For At Our Birth We Are Nearly Empty Vessels And We Become What Our Tradition Pours Into Us.

"i Beseech Ye In The Bowels Of Christ, Think That Ye May Be Mistaken." I Should Like To Have That Written Over The Portals Of Every Church, Every School, And Every Courthouse, And, May I Say, Of Every Legislative Body In The United States. I Should Like To Have Every Court Begin, "i Beseech Ye In The Bowels Of Christ, Think That We May Be Mistaken."

Would We Hold Liberty, We Must Have Charity- Charity To Others, Charity To Ourselves, Crawling Up From The Moist Ovens Of A Steaming World, Still Carrying The Passional Equipment Of Our Ferocious Ancestors, Emerging From Black Superstition Amid Carnage And Atrocity To Our Perilous Present.

Those Of Us Who Have Come To Years Of Discretion And More, Must Often Take To Retrospect, And Seek To Appraise The Outcome Of Our Lives.

A Society In Which Men Recognize No Check Upon Their Freedom Soon Becomes A Society Where Freedom Is The Possession Of Only A Savage Few.