What Really Matters Is Not Whether We

I Had Felt For A Long Time, That If I Was Ever Told To Get Up So A White Person Could Sit, That I Would Refuse To Do So.

There Were Times When It Would Have Been Easy To Fall Apart Or To Go In The Opposite Direction, But Somehow I Felt That If I Took On More Step, Someone Would Come Along To Join Me.

Victory Or Defeat? It Is The Slogan Of All-powerful Militarism In Every Belligerent Nation. And Yet, What Can Victory Bring To The Proletariat?

Whatever My Individual Desires Were To Be Free, I Was Not Alone. There Were Many Others Who Felt The Same Way.

I Will No Longer Act On The Outside In A Way That Contradicts The Truth That I Hold Deeply Inside. I Will No Longer Act As If I Were Less Than The Whole Person I Know Myself Inwardly To Be.