There Are A Great Many Colored People

This Great God, Like A Mammy Bending Over Her Baby, Kneeled Down In The Dust Toiling Over A Lump Of Clay Till He Shaped It In His Own Image.

We Have Come Over A Way That With Tears Has Been Watered, We Have Come, Treading Our Path Through The Blood Of The Slaughtered.

It’s No Disgrace To Be Black, But It’s Often Very Inconvenient.

In The Life Of Everyone There Is A Limited Number Of Experiences Which Are Not Written Upon The Memory, But Stamped There With A Die; And In The Long Years After, They Can Be Called Up In Detail, And Every Emotion That Was Stirred By Them Can Be Lived Through Anew; These Are The Tragedies Of Life.

Every Race And Every Nation Should Be Judged By The Best It Has Been Able To Produce, Not By The Worst.