Everybody Changes, Not Just Me.

I Know That Sometimes People Fake On Each Other Out Of Genuine Motives To Hold Onto The Object Of Their Tenderest Feelings. They See Themselves As So Inadequate That They Feel Forced To Wear A Mask In Order To Continuously Impress The Other. I Do Not Want To "hold" You, I Want You To "stay" Out Of Your Own Need For Me.

History Could Pass For A Scarlet Text, Its Jot And Title Graven Red In Human Blood.

If A Man Like Malcolm X Could Change And Repudiate Racism, If I Myself And Other Former Muslims Can Change, If Young Whites Can Change, Then There Is Hope For America.

In The Increasingly Mechanized, Automated, Cybernated Environment Of The Modern World A Cold, Bodiless World Of Wheels, Smooth Plastic Surfaces, Tubes, Pushbuttons, Transistors, Computers, Jet Propulsion, Rockets To The Moon, Atomic Energy Man's Need For Affirmation Of His Biology Has Become That Much More Intense.

There Is No Calamity Which A Great Nation Can Invite Which Equals That Which Follows A Supine Submission To Wrong And Injustice And The Consequent Loss Of National Self-respect And Honor, Beneath Which Are Shielded And Defended A People's Safety And Greatness.