What I Ask For The Negro Is

At A Time Like This, Scorching Irony, Not Convincing Argument, Is Needed.

If There Is No Struggle, There Is No Progress. Those Who Profess To Favor Freedom, And Yet Depreciate Agitation, Are Men Who Want Crops Without Plowing Up The Ground. They Want Rain Without Thunder And Lightning. They Want The Ocean Without The Awful Roar Of Its Many Waters. This Struggle May Be A Moral One; Or It May Be A Physical One; Or It May Be Both Moral And Physical; But It Must Be A Struggle.

These Were Choice Documents To Me... They Gave Tongue To Interesting Thoughts Of My Own Soul, Which Had Frequently Flashed Through My Mind, And Died Away For Want Of Utterance.

The Silver Trump Of Freedom Roused In My Soul Eternal Wakefulness.

We Are Americans, Speaking The Same Language, Adopting The Same Customs, Holding The Same General Opinions... And Shall Rise And Fall With Americans.