Artists are the gate keepers of truth. We are civilization’s radical voice.

I feel closer to my country than ever. There is no longer a feeling of lonesome isolation. Instead-peace. I return without fearing prejudice that once bothered me . . . for I know that people practice cruel bigotry in their ignorance, not maliciously

Yes, peace can and must be won, to save the world from the terrible destruction of World War III.

I am being tried for fighting for the right of my people, who are still second-class citizens in this United States of America.

As Americans, preserving the best of our traditions, we have the right- nay the duty-to fight for participation in the forward march of humanity

In Russia I felt for the first time like a full human being. No color prejudice like in Mississippi, no color prejudice like in Washington. It was the first time I felt like a human being.

The artist must elect to fight for Freedom or for Slavery.