I Believe That For The Past Twenty

There Are Three Stages Of Life: Youth, Maturity, And 'my, You're Looking Good!'

We Reject Any Idea That One Race Of People Is In Any Way Better Than Another.

We Have Won An Armistice On A Single Battlefield, Not Peace In Our World. We May Not Now Relax Our Guard Nor Cease Our Quest.

With A Full Century Of Contrary Proof In Our Possession And Despite Our Demonstrated Capacity For Cooperative Teamwork, Some Among Us Seem To Accept The Shibboleth Of An Unbridgeable Gap Between Those Who Hire And Those Who Are Employed. We Miserably Fail To Challenge The Lie That What Is Good For Management Is Necessarily Bad For Labor; That For One Side To Profit, The Other Must Be Depressed. Such Distorted Doctrine Is False And Foreign To The American Scene Where Common Ideals And Purpose Permit Us A Common Approach Toward The Common Good.

We Seek Peace, Knowing That Peace Is The Climate Of Freedom. And Now, As In No Other Age, We Seek It Because We Have Been Warned, By The Power Of Modern Weapons, That Peace May Be The Only Climate Possible For Human Life Itself.