Stumbling Is Not Falling.

The Man Was A Deceiver. He Was Deceitful And I Will Never Bite My Tongue In Saying That. I Don't Think He Was Anything But A Politician, And He Used Negroes To Get Elected And To Get Votes.

You Don't Have A Revolution In Which You Love Your Enemy, And You Don't Have A Revolution In Which You Are Begging The System Of Exploitation To Integrate You Into It. Revolutions Overturn Systems. Revolutions Destroy Systems.

Most Of Those Negroes Have Been Given Those Jobs By The White Political Machine, And They Serve No Other Function Other Than To, As Window Dressing.

To Me, Political Action Involves Making The Politician Who Represents Us Know That He Either Produces Or He Is Out, And He's Out One Way Or Another.

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.