Stumbling Isn't Falling.

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.

Stumbling Is Not Falling.

History Is Not Hatred.

The Junkie Can Never Start To Cure Himself Until He Recognizes His True Condition.

[civil Right Leaders]themselves In Their Pronouncements Will Tell You They Need White Allies, They Need White Help, They Need White This.