The Story Line, The Comparisons To This

I Don't Want To Die And Leave A Few Sad Songs And A Hump In The Ground As My Only Monument. I Want To Leave A World That Is Liberated From Trash, Pollution, Racism, Nation-states, Nation-state Wars And Armies, From Pomp, Bigotry, Parochialism, A Thousand Different Brands Of Untruth And Licentious, Usurious Economics.

Very Few Men Imprisoned For Economic Crimes Or Even Crimes Of Passion Against The Oppressor Feel That They Are Really Guilty.

The Savage Repression Of Blacks, Which Can Be Estimated By Reading The Obituary Columns Of The Nation's Dailies, Fred Hampton, Etc., Has Not Failed To Register On The Black Inmates.

I'm Always Telling The Brothers Some Of Those Whites Are Willing To Work With Us Against The Pigs. All They Got To Do Is Stop Talking Honky. When The Races Start Fighting, All You Have Is One Maniac Group Against Another.

They Will Never Count Me Among The Broken Men.