I wanted to show that Martin Luther King was simply a human being, not a god, not a saint.

I have suffered as much as Martin Luther King. Only I didn't get the bullet. And I would have taken the bullet if I could have.

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.

Everything I learned about the Great Depression was from a college textbook.

If you see a good fight, get in it and fight to win it!

Violence is the weapon of the weak.

I loved Martin Luther King more than a brother.