The appetite grows for what it feeds on.

One had better die fighting against injustice than die like a dog or a rat in a trap.

I came home every Friday afternoon, riding the six miles on the back of a big mule. I spent Saturday and Sunday washing and ironing and cooking for the children and went back to my country school on Sunday afternoon.

There is nothing we can do about the lynching now, as we are out-numbered and without arms.

The people must know before they can act, and there is no educator to compare with the press.

The mob spirit has grown with the increasing intelligence of the Afro-American.

The only times an Afro-American who was assaulted got away has been when he had a gun and used it in self-defense.