How Can You Thank A Man For

The Negro Fought And Bled And Died In Every War The White Man Waged, And He Still Won't Give You Justice. You Nursed His Baby And Cleaned Behind His Wife, And He Still Won't Give You Freedom; You Turned The Other Cheek While He Lynched You And Raped Your Women, But He Still Won't Give You Equality.

The Black Man In Africa Had Mastered The Arts And Sciences. He Knew The Course Of The Stars In The Universe Before The Man Up In Europe Knew That The Earth Wasn't Flat.

I Believe That A Psychological, Cultural, And Philosophical Migration Back To Africa Will Solve Our Problem.

America Just Reaped What It Had Been Sowing.

When I Am Dead--i Say It That Way Because From The Things I Know, I Do Not Expect To Live Long Enough To Read This Book In Its Finished Form--i Want You To Just Watch And See If I'm Not Right In What I Say: That The White Man, In His Press, Is Going To Identify Me With "hate". He Will Make Use Of Me Dead, As He Has Made Use Of Me Alive, As A Convenient Symbol, Of "hatred"--and That Will Help Him Escape Facing The Truth That All I Have Been Doing Is Holding Up A Mirror To Reflect, To Show, The History Of Unspeakable Crimes That His Race Has Committed Against My Race.