I Know Sociologically That Words,

We Always Had A Central Committee. They Were Mesmerized By Eldridge Cleaver.

Any Unarmed People Are Slaves, Or Are Subject To Slavery At Any Given Moment.

My Fear Was Not Of Death Itself, But A Death Without Meaning. I Wanted My Death To Be Something The People Could Relate To, A Basis For Further Mobilization Of The Community.

We Have Two Evils To Fight, Capitalism And Racism. We Must Destroy Both Racism And Capitalism.

But Before We Die, How Shall We Live? I Say With Hope And Dignity; And If Premature Death Is The Result, That Death Has A Meaning Reactionary Suicide Can Never Have. It Is The Price Of Self-respect.