I Was Born In A Slum, But

We Went Across The South On Super Tuesday Without A Single Catcall Or Boo, Without A Single Ugly Sign. Not Until We Got To New York And The North Did The Litmus Test Of Race And Religion Spout From The Mouths Of Public Officials.

Racism As A Form Of Skin Worship, And As A Sickness And A Pathological Anxiety For America, Is So Great, Until The Poor Whites -- Rather Than Fighting For Jobs Or Education -- Fight To Remain Pink And Fight To Remain White. And Therefore They Cannot See An Alliance With People That They Feel To Be Inherently Inferior.

When The Doors Of Opportunity Swing Open, We Must Make Sure That We Are Not Too Drunk Or Too Indifferent To Walk Through.

In Order For An Ideal To Become A Reality, There Must Be A Person, A Personality To Translate It.

Life Has Its Dimensions In The Mysterious.