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My Alma Mater Was Books, A Good Library.

Not Long Ago, An English Writer Telephoned Me From London, Asking Questions. One Was "what's Your Alma Mater?" I Told Him, "books." You Will Never Catch Me With A Free Fifteen Minutes In Which I'm Not Studying Something I Feel Might Be Able To Help The Black Man.

You Get Your Freedom By Letting Your Enemy Know That You'll Do Anything To Get It. Then You'll Get It. It's The Only Way You'll Get It.

Here I Am, Back In Mecca. I Am Still Traveling, Trying To Broaden My Mind, For I've Seen Too Much Of The Damage Narrow-mindedness Can Make Of Things, And When I Return Home To America, I Will Devote What Energies I Have To Repairing The Damage.

Everything That Came Out Of Europe, Every Blue-eyed Thing, Is Already An American. And As Long As You And I Have Been Over Here, We Aren't Americans Yet.