The Only Tired I Was, Was Tired

I Do The Very Best I Can To Look Upon Life With Optimism And Hope And Looking Forward To A Better Day, But I Don't Think There Is Anything Such As Complete Happiness. It Pains Me That There Is Still A Lot Of Klan Activity And Racism. I Think When You Say You're Happy, You Have Everything That You Need And Everything That You Want, And Nothing More To Wish For. I Haven't Reached That Stage Yet.

As Long As There Is Unemployment, War, Crime And All Things That Go To The Infliction Of Man's Inhumanity To Man, Regardless - There Is Much To Be Done, And People Need To Work Together.

Many Whites, Even White Southerners Told Me That Even Though It May Have Seemed Like The Blacks Were Being Freed (by My Actions) They Felt More Free And At Ease Themselves. They Thought That My Action Didn't Just Free Blacks But Them, Too.

There Is Work To Do; That Is Why I Cannot Stop Or Sit Still. As Long As A Child Needs Help, As Long As People Are Not Free, There Will Be Work To Do. As Long As An Elderly Person Is Attacked Or In Need Of Support, There Is Work To Do. As Long As We Have Bigotry And Crime, We Have Work To Do.

I Had Been Pushed As Far As I Could Stand To Be Pushed. I Had Decided That I Would Have To Know Once And For All What Rights I Had As A Human Being And A Citizen.