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I Remember One Thing That Marred This Time For Me; The Movie "gone With The Wind." When It Played In Mason [mi], I Was The Only Negro In The Theater, And When Butterfly Mcqueen Went Into Her Act, I Felt Like Crawling Under The Rug.

If I Did See A White Man Who Was Willing To Go To Jail Or Throw Himself In Front Of A Car In Behalf Of The So-called "negro Cause," The Test That I'd Put To Him, I'd Ask Him, "do You Think Negro, When Negroes Are Being Attacked They Should Defend Themselves Even At The Risk Of Having To Kill The One Who's Attacking Them?" If That White Man Told Me, "yes," I'd Shake His Hand.

Today We Have A Modern Belshazzar And A Modern Pharaoh Sitting In Washington D.c.

The Only Possible Way Out For The White Man Is To Give Us Negroes Some Land Of Our Own; Let Us Get Out, Get Away From His Wicked Reign And Go For Ourselves.

Anytime You Live In A Society Supposedly Based Upon Law And It Doesn't Enforce Its Own Laws Because The Color Of A Man's Skin Happens To Be Wrong, Then I Say Those People Are Justified To Resort To Any Means Necessary To Bring About Justice When The Government Can't Give Them Justice.