Up, You Mighty Race, Accomplish What You

No Race Has The Last Word On Culture And On Civilization. You Do Not Know What The Black Man Is Capable Of; You Do Not Know What He Is Thinking And Therefore You Do Not Know What The Oppressed And Suppressed Negro, By Virtue Of His Condition And Circumstance, May Give To The World As A Surprise.

The Traitor Of Other Races Is Generally Confined To The Mediocre Or Irresponsible Individual, But, Unfortunately, The Traitors Among The Negro Race Are Generally To Be Found Among The Men With The Highest Place In Education And Society, The Fellows Who Call Themselves Leaders.

Lift Up Yourselves, Men, Take Yourselves Out Of The Mire And Hitch Your Hopes To The Very Stars Themselves. Let No Man Pull You Down, Let No Man Destroy Your Ambition, Because Man Is But Your Companion, Your Equal; Man Is Your Brother; He Is Not Your Lord, He Is Not Your Sovereign Master.

If The Negro Is Not Careful He Will Drink In All The Poison Of Modern Civilization And Die From The Effects Of It.

A Happy But Miserable State In Which Man Finds Himself From Time To Time; Sometimes He Believes He Is Happy By Loving, Then Suddenly He Finds How Miserable He Is. It Is All Joy, It Sweetens Life, But It Does Not Last. It Comes And Goes, But When It Is Active, There Is No Greater Virtue, Because It Makes One Supremely Happy.