Artists Are The Gatekeepers Of Truth.

This United States Government Should Go Down To Mississippi And Protect My People. That Is What Should Happen.

When I Sang My American Folk Melodies In Budapest, Prague, Tiflis, Moscow, Oslo, Or The Hebrides Or On The Spanish Front, The People Understood And Wept Or Rejoiced With The Spirit Of The Songs. I Found That Where Forces Have Been The Same, Whether People Weave, Build, Pick Cotton, Or Dig In The Mine, They Understand Each Other In The Common Language Of Work, Suffering, And Protest.

The Faces And The Tactics Of The Leaders May Change Every Four Years, Or Two, Or One, But The People Go On Forever.

Through My Singing And Acting And Speaking, I Want To Make Freedom Ring. Maybe I Can Touch People's Hearts Better Than I Can Their Minds, With The Common Struggle Of The Common Man.

The Man Who Accepts Western Values Absolutely, Finds His Creative Faculties Becoming So Warped And Stunted That He Is Almost Completely Dependent On External Satisfactions, And The Moment He Becomes Frustrated In His Search For These, He Begins To Develop Neurotic Symptoms, To Feel That Life Is Not Worth Living, And, In Chronic Cases, To Take His Own Life.