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The Faces And The Tactics Of The Leaders May Change Every Four Years, Or Two, Or One, But The People Go On Forever.

When I Sang My American Folk Melodies In Budapest, Prague, Tiflis, Moscow, Oslo, Or The Hebrides Or On The Spanish Front, The People Understood And Wept Or Rejoiced With The Spirit Of The Songs. I Found That Where Forces Have Been The Same, Whether People Weave, Build, Pick Cotton, Or Dig In The Mine, They Understand Each Other In The Common Language Of Work, Suffering, And Protest.

Artists Are The Radical Voice Of Civilization.

The Course Of History Can Be Changed But Not Halted.

I Stand Here Struggling For The Rights Of My People To Be Full Citizens In This Country. They Are Not-in Mississippi. They Are Not-in Montgomery. That Is Why I Am Here Today. . . . You Want To Shut Up Every Colored Person Who Wants To Fight For The Rights Of His People!.