Let Us Stop Saying 'white Americans' And

A Violinist Had A Violin, A Painter His Palette. All I Had Was Myself. I Was The Instrument That I Must Care For.

The Things We Truly Love Stay With Us Always, Locked In Our Hearts As Long As Life Remains.

The Old Catholic Parties Hounded Me With A Christian Hatred From Station To Station, City To City, One Stage To Another.

Let Us Stop Saying 'white Americans' And 'colored Americans,' Let Us Try Once And For All Saying... Americans. Let Human Beings Be Equal On Earth As In Heaven.

I Think They Must Mix Blood, Otherwise The Human Race Is Bound To Degenerate. Mixing Blood Is Marvelous. It Makes Strong And Intelligent Men. It Takes Away Tired Spirits.