We have deluded ourselves into believing the myth that capitalism grew and prospered out of the Protestant ethic of hard work and sacrifices. Capitalism was built on the exploitation of black slaves and continues to thrive on the exploitation of the poor, both black and white, both here and abroad.

When I took up the cross I recognized it's meaning. The cross is something that you bear, and ultimately, that you die on.

In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies but the silence of our friends.

[W]e are the heirs of a past of rope, fire, and murder. I for one am not ashamed of this past. My shame is for those who became so inhuman that they could inflict this torture upon us.

Lukewarm acceptance is more bewildering than outright rejection.

You have very little morally persuasive power with people who can feel your underlying contempt.

As the weeks and months unfolded, we realized that we were the victims of a broken promise.