I'm sick and tired of black and white people of good intent giving aspirin to a society that is dying of a cancerous disease.

Not only are a voteless people a hopeless people. A non-producing people are hopeless also.

It's not the name they call you, it's the name you answer to.

I am not going to say I have been a saint. I have not been a perfect man. None is perfect but the Father, which is in Heaven.

I loved Martin Luther King more than a brother.

Bring on your tear gas, bring on your grenades, your new supplies of Mace, your state troopers and even your national guards. But let the record show we ain't going to be turned around.

Violence is the weapon of the weak.