Have you ever been hurt and the place tries to heal a bit, and you just pull the scar off of it over and over again.
I don’t think well of people who are prejudiced against people because of race. The only way for prejudiced people to change is for them to decide for themselves that all human beings should be treated fairly. We can’t force them to think that way.
God has always given me the strength to say what is right.
I have never been what you would call just an integrationist. I know I’ve been called that… Integrating that bus wouldn’t mean more equality. Even when there was segregation, there was plenty of integration in the South, but it was for the benefit and convenience of the white person, not us.
Memories of our lives, of our works and our deeds will continue in others.
Whatever my individual desires were to be free, I was not alone. There were many others who felt the same way.
I have learned over the years that when one’s mind is made up, this diminishes fear; knowing what must be done does away with fear.
I talked and talked of everything I know about the white man’s inhuman treatment of the Negro.
There is just so much hurt, disappointment, and oppression one can take… The line between reason and madness grows thinner.
Time begins the healing process of wounds cut deeply by oppression. We soothe ourselves with the salve of attempted indifference, accepting the false pattern set up by the horrible restriction of Jim Crow laws.