There were times when it would have been easy to fall apart or to go in the opposite direction, but somehow I felt that if I took on more step, someone would come along to join me.

I had felt for a long time, that if I was ever told to get up so a white person could sit, that I would refuse to do so.

I'm tired of being treated like a second-class citizen.

Racial pride and self-dignity were emphasized in my family and community.

The only tired I was, was tired of giving in.

Have you ever been hurt and the place tries to heal a bit, and you just pull the scar off of it over and over again.

As long as there is unemployment, war, crime and all things that go to the infliction of man's inhumanity to man, regardless - there is much to be done, and people need to work together.