I'm always telling the brothers some of those whites are willing to work with us against the pigs. All they got to do is stop talking honky. When the races start fighting, all you have is one maniac group against another.

The savage repression of blacks, which can be estimated by reading the obituary columns of the nation's dailies, Fred Hampton, etc., has not failed to register on the black inmates.

What the Super Bowl did for us was give us a sense of urgency.

Patience has its limits. Take it too far, and it's cowardice.

Most of today's black convicts have come to understand that they are the most abused victims of an unrighteous order.

I don't want to die and leave a few sad songs and a hump in the ground as my only monument. I want to leave a world that is liberated from trash, pollution, racism, nation-states, nation-state wars and armies, from pomp, bigotry, parochialism, a thousand different brands of untruth and licentious, usurious economics.

I met Marx, Lenin, Trotsky, Engels and Mao when I entered prison and they redeemed me.