If You Stop Struggling, Then You Stop

My Fear Was Not Of Death Itself, But A Death Without Meaning. I Wanted My Death To Be Something The People Could Relate To, A Basis For Further Mobilization Of The Community.

What I'm Really Trying To Say Is That I Believed An Armed Insurrection Could Work. After I Was Shot And Went To Prison, That Ended That Illusion. I Had Time To Think.

I Think The Time Is Right For Organizing And To Give Blacks More Political - The Progressive Blacks, You Have To Make A Distinction - Participation, More Blacks In More Authoritative Positions, In More Electoral Political Positions. But We Want The Right Ones.

I Do Not Think That Life Will Change For The Better Without An Assault On The Establishment, Which Goes On Exploiting The Wretched Of The Earth.

I Expected To Die. At No Time Before The Trial Did I Expect To Escape With My Life. Yet Being Executed In The Gas Chamber Did Not Necessarily Mean Defeat. It Could Be One More Step To Bring The Community To A Higher Level Of Consciousness.