There Can Be No Perfect

Oppression Costs The Oppressor Too Much If The Oppressed Stands Up And Protests. The Protest Need Not Be Merely Physical-the Throwing Of Stones And Bullets-if It Is Mental, Spiritual; If It Expresses Itself In Silent, Persistent Dissatisfaction, The Cost To The Oppressor Is Terrific.

There Is In This World No Such Force As The Force Of A Person Determined To Rise. The Human Soul Cannot Be Permanently Chained.

One Reads The Truer Deeper Facts Of Reconstruction With A Great Despair. It Is At Once So Simple And Human, And Yet So Futile. There Is No Villain, No Idiot, No Saint. There Are Just Men; Men Who Crave Ease And Power, Men Who Know Want And Hunger, Men Who Have Crawled. They All Dream And Strive With Ecstasy Of Fear And Strain Of Effort, Balked Of Hope And Hate. Yet The Rich World Is Wide Enough For All, Wants All, Needs All. So Slight A Gesture, A Word, Might Set The Strife In Order, Not With Full Content, But With Growing Dawn Of Fulfillment. Instead Roars The Crash Of Hell.

Nothing In The World Is Easier In The United States Than To Accuse A Black Man Of Crime.

Here Is The Chance For Young Women And Young Men Of Devotion To Lift Again The Banner Of Humanity And To Walk Toward A Civilization Which Will Be Free And Intelligent; Which Will Be Healthy And Unafraid; And Build In The World A Culture Led By Black Folk And Joined By Peoples Of All Colors And All Races - Without Poverty, Ignorance And Disease!