No One Should Advocate Any

The Negro Fought And Bled And Died In Every War The White Man Waged, And He Still Won't Give You Justice. You Nursed His Baby And Cleaned Behind His Wife, And He Still Won't Give You Freedom; You Turned The Other Cheek While He Lynched You And Raped Your Women, But He Still Won't Give You Equality.

It's Got To Be The Ballot Or The Bullet. The Ballot Or The Bullet. If You're Afraid To Use An Expression Like That, You Should Get Back In The Cotton Patch, You Should Get Back In The Alley.

At The Bottom Of The Social Heap Is The Black Man In The Big-city Ghetto. He Lives Night And Day With The Rats And The Cockroaches And Drowns Himself With Alcohol And Anesthetizes Himself With Dope, To Try And Forget Where And What He Is. That Negro Has Given Up All Hope. He's The Hardest One For Us To Reach, Because He's The Deepest In The Mud. But When You Get Him, You've Got The Best Kind Of Muslim. I Look Upon Myself As A Prime Example Of This Category - As Graphic An Example As You Could Find Of The Salvation Of The Black Man.

We Have To Keep In Mind At All Times That We Are Not Fighting For Integration, Nor Are We Fighting For Separation. We Are Fighting For Recognition As Free Humans In This Society.

It Is Not A Case Of Our People...wanting Either Separation Or Integration. The Use Of These Words Actually Clouds The Real Picture. The 22 Million Afro-americans Don't Seek Either Separation Or Integration. They Seek Recognition And Respect As Human Beings.