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

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.

But now with the living conditions deteriorating, and with the sure knowledge that we are slated for destruction, we have been transformed into an implacable army of liberation

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

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

Very few men imprisoned for economic crimes or even crimes of passion against the oppressor feel that they are really guilty.

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.