Everybody Changes, Not Just Me.

The Struggle Of Our People For Freedom Has Progressed To The Form Where All Of Us Must Take A Stand Either For Or Against The Freedom Of Our People You Are Either With Your People Or Against Them. You Are Either Part Of The Solution Or Part Of The Problem.

If A Man Like Malcolm X Could Change And Repudiate Racism, If I Myself And Other Former Muslims Can Change, If Young Whites Can Change, Then There Is Hope For America.

The White Youth Of Today Have Begun To React To The Fact That The American Way Of Life Is A Fossil Of History. What Do They Care If Their Old Baldheaded And Crew-cut Elders Don't Dig Their Caveman Mops? They Couldn't Care Less About The Old, Stiff-assed Honkies Who Don't Like Their New Dances: Frog, Monkey, Jerk, Swim, Watusi. All They Know Is That It Feels Good To Swing To Way-out Body-rhythms Instead Of Dragging Across The Dance Floor Like Zombies To The Dead Beat Of Mind-smothered Mickey Mouse Music.

And Why Does It Make You Sad To See How Everything Hangs By Such Thin And Whimsical Threads? Because You’re A Dreamer, An Incredible Dreamer, With A Tiny Spark Hidden Somewhere Inside You Which Cannot Die, Which Even You Cannot Kill Or Quench And Which Tortures You Horribly Because All The Odds Are Against Its Continual Burning. In The Midst Of The Foulest Decay And Putrid Savagery, This Spark Speaks To You Of Beauty, Of Human Warmth And Kindness, Of Goodness, Of Greatness, Of Heroism, Of Martyrdom, And It Speaks To You Of Love.

We Have Dedicated Our Lives, Our Blood, To The Freedom And Liberation Of Our People, And Nothing, No Force Can Stop Us From Achieving Our Goal. If It Is Necessary To Destroy The United States Of America, Then Let Us Destroy It With A Smile On Our Faces.