If You Stick A Knife Nine Inches

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.

The Young Whites, And Blacks, Too, Are The Only Hope That America Has, The Rest Of Us Have Always Been Living In A Lie.

We're Not Americans, We're Africans Who Happen To Be In America. We Were Kidnapped And Brought Here Against Our Will From Africa. We Didn't Land On Plymouth Rock - That Rock Landed On Us.

Only In This Form Of Separation The Black Man Is Exploited. The Honorable Elijah Muhammad Says That We Should Be Separate, All Right, But In This Separate State Or Separate Existence, The Black Man Should Be Given The Opportunity And The Incentive To Do For Himself What The White Man Has Done For Himself.

I'm Not A Republican, Nor A Democrat, Nor An American, And Got Sense Enough To Know It.