The Will Of The People Is The

Retreat? No. I Propose To Attach At Daylight And Whip Them.

I Read The Story And Reread The Story, But I Still Could Not Find The Universality That The Little Irishman Had Spoken Of. All I Saw In The Story Was Some Irishmen Meeting In A Room And Talking Politics. What Had That To Do With America, Especially With My People? It Was Not Until Years Later That I Saw What He Meant ... I Began To Listen, To Listen Closely To How They Talked About Their Heroes, To How They Talked About The Dead And How Great The Dead Had Once Been. I Heard It Everywhere.

A Hero Does For Others. He Would Do Anything For People He Loves, Because He Knows It Would Make Their Lives Better. I Am Not That Kind Of Person, But I Want You To Be. You Could Give Something To Her, To Me, To Those Children In The Quarter. You Could Give Something I Never Could ... The White People Out There Are Saying You Don't Have It-that You're A Hog, Not A Man. But I Know They Are Wrong.

I Have Made It A Rule Of My Life To Trust A Man Long After Other People Gave Him Up, But I Don't See How I Can Ever Trust Any Human Being Again.

The Colored Man Has Been Accustomed All His Life To Lean On The White Man, And If A Good Officer Is Placed Over Him, He Will Learn Readily And Make A Good Soldier.