Freedom Is A Hard-bought Thing And Millions

I Found A Special Eagerness Among The Younger, And I Am Sorry To Say, The More Intelligent Negroes, To Dismiss The Spiritual As Something Beneath Their New Pride In Their Race. It Is As If They Wanted To Put It Behind Them As Something To Be Ashamed Of.

My Father Was A Slave And My People Died To Build This Country And I Am Going To Stay Here And Have A Part Of It Just Like You.

When I Sang My American Folk Melodies In Budapest, Prague, Tiflis, Moscow, Oslo, Or The Hebrides Or On The Spanish Front, The People Understood And Wept Or Rejoiced With The Spirit Of The Songs. I Found That Where Forces Have Been The Same, Whether People Weave, Build, Pick Cotton, Or Dig In The Mine, They Understand Each Other In The Common Language Of Work, Suffering, And Protest.

Yes, I Heard My People Singing!-in The Glow Of Parlor Coal-stove And On Summer Porches Sweet With Lilac Air, From Choir Loft And Sunday Morning Pews-and My Soul Was Filled With Their Harmonies.

And, Gentlemen, They Have Not Yet Done So, And It Is Quite Clear That No Americans, No People In The World Probably, Are Going To War With The Soviet Union.