The Story Line, The Comparisons

They Will Never Count Me Among The Broken Men.

I Don't Want To Die And Leave A Few Sad Songs And A Hump In The Ground As My Only Monument. I Want To Leave A World That Is Liberated From Trash, Pollution, Racism, Nation-states, Nation-state Wars And Armies, From Pomp, Bigotry, Parochialism, A Thousand Different Brands Of Untruth And Licentious, Usurious Economics.

The Savage Repression Of Blacks, Which Can Be Estimated By Reading The Obituary Columns Of The Nation's Dailies, Fred Hampton, Etc., Has Not Failed To Register On The Black Inmates.

I Met Marx, Lenin, Trotsky, Engels And Mao When I Entered Prison And They Redeemed Me.

It's Very Contradictory For A Man To Teach About The Murder In Corporate Capitalism, To Isolate And Expose The Murderes Behind It, To Instruct That These Madmen Are Completely Without Stops, Are Licentious, Totally Depraved — And Then Not Make Adequate Preparations To Defend Himself From The Madman's Attack. Either They Don't Really Believe Their Own Spiel Or They Harbor Some Sort Of Subconscious Death Wish