For 12 Long Years I Lived Within

In My Recent Travels Into African Countries And Others, I Was Impressed By The Importance Of Having A Working Unity Among All Peoples, Black As Well As White.

You Can’t Hate The Roots Of The Tree Without Ending Up Hating The Tree. You Can’t Hate Your Origin Without Ending Up Hating Yourself. You Can’t Hate The Land, Your Motherland, The Place That You Come From, And We Can’t Hate Africa Without Ending Up Hating Ourselves. The Black Man In The Western Hemisphere—north America, Central America, South America, And In The Caribbean—is The Best Example Of How One Can Be Made, Skillfully, To Hate Himself That You Can Find Anywhere On This Earth.

No Religion Will Ever Make Me Forget The Condition Of Our People In This Country...no God, No Religion, No Nothing Will Make Me Forget It Until It Stops, Until It's Elimitnated. I Want To Make That Point Clear.

The Real Names Of Our People Were Destroyed During Slavery. The Last Name Of My Forefathers Was Taken From Them When They Were Brought To America And Made Slaves, And Then The Name Of The Slave Master Was Given, Which We Refuse, We Reject That Name Today And Refuse It. I Never Acknowledge It Whatsoever.

[people] Earn Extra Money [in Prison] Selling Contraband, Dope, And Things Of That Sort To The Inmates, And So That Really It's An Exploiter.