When Growing Up, I Saw Segregation. I

If Someone Had Told Me In 1963 That One Day I Would Be In Congress, I Would Have Said, 'you're Crazy. You Don't Know What You're Talking About.'

If You're Not Hopeful And Optimistic, Then You Just Give Up. You Have To Take That Long Hard Look And Just Believe That If Your Consistent, You Will Succeed

I Can Tell Just From Working Closely For The Last Year An Half With President-elect [donald Trump] And Even Over The Course Of The Last Six Weeks, He Has No Problem With Differing Opinions In A Room.

You Cannot Give Up - You Have To Be Persistent And Keep Pushing, And Press On.

I Thought I Was Going To Die A Few Times. On The Freedom Ride In The Year 1961, When I Was Beaten At The Greyhound Bus Station In Montgomery, I Thought I Was Going To Die. On March 7th, 1965, When I Was Hit In The Head With A Night Stick By A State Trooper At The Foot Of The Edmund Pettus Bridge, I Thought I Was Going To Die. I Thought I Saw Death, But Nothing Can Make Me Question The Philosophy Of Nonviolence.