I Do Not See How A People

At A Very Early Age I Began To Thump On The Piano Alone, And It Was Not Long Before I Was Able To Pick Out A Few Tunes? I Also Learned The Names Of The Notes In Both Clefs, But I Preferred Not Be Hampered By Notes.

I Do Not See How A People That Can Find In Its Conscience Any Excuse Whatever For Slowly Burning To Death A Human Being, Or For Tolerating Such An Act, Can Be Entrusted With The Salvation Of A Race.

My Luck At The Gambling Table Was Varied; Sometimes I Was Fifty To A Hundred Dollars Ahead, And At Other Times I Had To Borrow Money From My Fellow Workmen To Settle My Room Rent And Pay For My Meals.

We Have Come Over A Way That With Tears Has Been Watered, We Have Come, Treading Our Path Through The Blood Of The Slaughtered.

I Am A Thing Not New, I Am As Old As Human Nature. I Am That Which Lurks, Ready To Spring Whenever A Bar Is Loosed; The Ancient Trait Which Fights Incessantly Against Restraint, Balks At The Upward Climb; The Weight Forever Seeking To Obey The Law Of Downward Pull; And I Am More: The Bitter Fruit Am I Of Planted Seed; The Resultant, The Inevitable End Of Evil Forces And The Powers Of Wrong.