The Militant Not The Meek Shall Inherit

I Want To Hold A Series Of Meetings All Over The Country And Get The Facts Before The American People

But In Shimabukuro's Hands, As He Breaks Out Experimental Jazz, Lays Down A Steady Blues Train, Or Shreds On Rock Anthems, This Little Jumping Flea Becomes A Melodic Monster.

In Georgia Where Children Work Day And Night In The Cotton Mills They Have Just Passed A Bill To Protect Song Birds. What About The Little Children From Whom All Song Is Gone?

You Ought To Be Out Raising Hell. This Is The Fighting Age. Put On Your Fighting Clothes.

Mourn The Dead, Fight Like Hell For The Living