He Told Us That Most Of Us

Words Mean Nothing. Action Is The Only Thing. Doing. That's The Only Thing.

Don't Tell Me To Believe. Don't Tell Me To Believe In The Same God Or Laws That Men Believe In Who Commit These Murders. Don't Tell Me To Believe That God Can Bless This Country And That Men Are Judged By Their Peers. Who Among His Peers Judged Him? Was I There? Was The Minister There? Was Harry Williams There? Was Farrell Jarreau? Was My Aunt? Was Vivian? No, His Peers Did Not Judge Him, And I Will Not Believe.

We All Have Much More In Common Than We Have Difference. I Would Say That About People All Over The World. They Don't Know How Much In Common That They Have

A Myth Is An Old Lie That People Believe In. White People Believe That They're Better Than Anyone Else On Earth - And That's A Myth.

And That's All We Are Jefferson, All Of Us On This Earth, A Piece Of Drifting Wood. Until We - Each Of Us, Individually- Decide To Become Something Else. I Am Still That Piece Of Drifting Wood, And Those Out There Are No Better. But You Can Be Better.