Black Men, You Were Once

A Happy But Miserable State In Which Man Finds Himself From Time To Time; Sometimes He Believes He Is Happy By Loving, Then Suddenly He Finds How Miserable He Is. It Is All Joy, It Sweetens Life, But It Does Not Last. It Comes And Goes, But When It Is Active, There Is No Greater Virtue, Because It Makes One Supremely Happy.

Billions Of Dollars Have Been Lost To The Negro Race Within The Last Fifty Years Through Disloyalty On The Part Of Successful Negroes, Who Have Preferred To Give Away Their Fortunes To Members Of Other Races, Than To Bequeath Them To Worthy Institutions And Movements Of Their Own To Help Their Own People.

I Know No National Boundary Where The Negro Is Concerned. The Whole World Is My Province Until Africa Is Free.

God And Nature First Made Us What We Are, And Then Out Of Our Own Created Genius We Make Ourselves What We Want To Be. Follow Always That Great Law. Let The Sky And God Be Our Limit And Eternity Our Measurement.

The Greatest Weapon Used Against The Negro Is Disorganization.