My Sincerity Is My Credentials.

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.

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 Never Will Let Anyone Make, Maneuver Me Into Making A Distinction Between The Mississippi Form Of Discrimination And The New York City Form Of Discrimination. It's, It's Both Discrimination; It's All Discrimination.

When I'm Born I'm Black, When I Grow Up I'm Black, When I'm In The Sun I'm Black, When I'm Sick I'm Black, When I Die I'm Black, And You...when You're Born You're Pink, When You Grow Up You're White, When You're Cold You're Blue, When You're Sick You're Green, When You Die You're Grey And You Dare Call Me Coloured.

The White Man Is Too Intelligent To Let Someone Else Come And Gain Control Of The Economy Of His Community. But You Will Let Anyone Come In And Take Control Of The Economy Of Your Community, Control The Housing, Control The Education, Control The Jobs, Control The Businesses, Under The Pre-text That You Want To Integrate. No, You Outta Your Mind.