The South resented giving the Afro-American his freedom, the ballot box and the Civil Rights Law.

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

Those who commit the murders write the reports.

The nineteenth century lynching mob cuts off ears, toes, and fingers, strips off flesh, and distributes portions of the body as souvenirs among the crowd.

Somebody must show that the Afro-American race is more sinned against than sinning, and it seems to have fallen upon me to do so.

In fact, for all kinds of offenses - and, for no offenses - from murders to misdemeanors, men and women are put to death without judge or jury; so that, although the political excuse was no longer necessary, the wholesale murder of human beings went on just the same.

Our country's national crime is lynching. It is not the creature of an hour, the sudden outburst of uncontrolled fury, or the unspeakable brutality of an insane mob.