My Future Depends Mostly Upon Myself.

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.

Sometimes Great Injustices May Be Inflicted On The Minority When The Majority Is In The Pursuit Of A Great And Just Cause.

Artists Are The Gatekeepers Of Truth.

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.

The Answer To Injustice Is Not To Silence The Critic But To End The Injustice.