Nobody Should Teach The Black Man In

His Master’s Pain Was His Pain. And It Hurt Him More For His Master To Be Sick Than For Him To Be Sick Himself. When The House Started Burning Down, That Type Of Negro Would Fight Harder To Put The Master’s House Out Than The Master Himself Would. But Then You Had Another Negro Out In The Field. The House Negro Was In The Minority. The Masses—the Field Negroes Were The Masses. They Were In The Majority. When The Master Got Sick, They Prayed That He’d Die. If His House Caught On Fire, They'd Pray For A Wind To Come Along And Fan The Breeze.

Revolutions Are Never Peaceful.

Daring To Reach, To Climb, To Crawl, To Scratch, To Get Back Up When You've Been Knocked Down, To Push Forward - Ever Forward - To Forgive. It Means Sacrificing Everything If Necessary, To Carve Out A Place For Your Own Existence. It Means Living.

I Think That Nehru Probably Was A Good Man, Although I Didn't Go For It. I Don't Go For Anybody Who Is Passive. I Don't Go For Anybody Who Advocates Passivism Or Peaceful Suffering In Any Form Whatsoever. I Don't Go For It.

Anytime You Have To Rely Upon Your Enemy For A Job You're In Bad Shape.